Alan Hull - Poor Old Ireland lyrics

Hull Poor old Ireland, poor old universe, Wonder who comes off the worse. Poor old people mistreating misbelieving, I think you've been cast by a curse. But I don't want you to die, I can see all the lies There's nothing there that's new. But there's still no need to make blind children bleed, Even if what you say is true. And meanwhile in the aisles of the churches with style, They're singing their songs to the Lord. And the preacher's carping that for failure on earth, Heaven will be your reward. Poor old Ireland tortured by past and Tarnished by future's curse Poor old Ireland, poor old planet, Poor old universe. Oh Ireland your people mean more than the idols You seek to set upon earth And the day that you see that's the day, that all of your Sadness and sickness will die. For the enemy you seek to destroy is not the One who's causing the pain He's disguised himself well with his book and his bell but Evil is still his name. Poor old Ireland tortured by past and Tarnished by future's curse Poor old Ireland, poor old universe Wonder who comes off the worse.