Stiff Little Fingers - Harp lyrics

Don't pity this poor immigrant My eyes were open when I caught the boat All I wanted was your shelter And maybe just a little hope But you turned your anger on me For the courage that you lack I don't want your half a**ed freedom You can have the whole deal back So now I'll tell you something Let's get this straight from the start Don't call me Harp Don't call me Harp You said: "Bring me your poor and destitute And I can kick them when they're down" Cause there's always enough misery And we'll be sure to share it round Now I'll turn my anger on you For the decency you lack For the morals you fail to uphold Your c**aine, crack and smack To the land that wears it's heart up front I'm screaming from the back Don't call me Harp Don't call me Harp And the ghettos almost full now It's time for trash to move uptown And the sight of all those beggars On the streets must really get you down Soon they'll turn their anger on you For the promises you broke For all the lies you told them As their dreams went up in smoke And I feel I stand among them As I shout this from the heart Don't call me Harp Don't call me Harp You built your land on principles Decent, brave and true I find it hard to understand Just what went wrong with you Don't call me Harp Don't call me Harp [Rpt, 1st Verse]