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lirik lagu ciaran murphy - they won't get my name

[verse 1]
in a car heading west with a gun as its load
three irish insurgents were rammed off the road
they were pulled out and shackled and forced to their knees
with their hands on their heads and their backs to the trees
dragged off to antrim and questioned for days
where the orangeman laughs and the irishman prays
when a well~dressed detective their rights to them read
a brave girl from belfast, to her own self she said:

[chorus]
thеy’ll get time, they’ll gеt looks
they’ll get long, empty lines in intelligence books
they’ll get clues from my old photographs
but they won’t get me name
they’ll take hair from my sheets
they’ll get dna profiles from custody suites
they’ll get headlines and letters and graphs
but they won’t get my name

[verse 2]
in front of a judge, when he asked for her name
first one and then twice and then three times again
but for the nightmares of ireland she knew who to blame
his cops had got nothing, now he’d get the same
straight to maghaberry and into a cell
where vulnerable women were treated like h~ll
she stood up to the governor where bigger men fell
and joined with her brothers on protest as well
[chorus]
they got time, they got looks
they got long empty lines in intelligence books
they got clues from old photographs
but they won’t get her name
they took hair from her sheets
they got dna profiles from custody suites
they got headlines and letters and graphs
but they won’t get her name

[verse 3]
in the days before prison, so gentle and kind
worked for the poor and the ones left behind
a picture of modesty, quiet and tame
but no time for compromise, bargains or games
so in dark prison purgatory, women abused
preyed on by predators, battered and bruised
when a one~woman hunger strike pulled it all down
and shut down the unit, more shame on the crown

[chorus]
they got time, they got looks
they got long empty lines in intelligence books
they got clues from old photographs
but they won’t get her name
they took hair from her sheets
they got dna profiles from custody suites
they got headlines and letters and graphs
but they won’t get her name
[verse 4]
but back home in belfast where few understood
shunned by the new breed, the great and the good
when questions were banned and dissenters depised
frozen out, murdered and marginalised
this heart of a saint with a warrior soul
when society shunned her and life took its toll
there was no hero’s send off or patriot grave
but with maeve and setanta, she rests with the brave

- lirik lagu ciaran murphy

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