Donaghues closed up tight tonight as I wander the streets of town,
Too late to get drunk, too early to pray, too cold to lay back down.
The union says we're all for one but the boss man's locked us out,
And the Governor sent the goon squad,
Showing us what he's all about.
Well I used to work the factory, but the lines have moved on,
With hand to mouth so far between, the golden times are gone.
So I called in all my favors, turned over every stone,
And ran down every number from my finger to the bone!
Now a hard line's been handed down,
From Sligo jail to London town.
If ever a time of need my boys, that time is now!
After all they've taken there's nothing left,
But our lives to lay down.
We can leave tonight or bloody well fight!
A hard line's been handed down!
Now the loyal opposition is sharpening up their knives,
They got 'em out to twist and shout,
"Just give us back our lives"!
They're marching to Jerusalem,
They're fighting in the fields.
'Til the mother's son comes home again and all will be revealed!
(Bridge)
Now if anyone has a problem with the noise that we have made,
With truncheons and brass knuckles we can easily persuade!
Those leaders of all nations that grind their people down,
With lies and spies and bayonets, we'll put them in the ground!
Now a hard line's been handed down,
From Sligo jail to London town.
If ever a time of need my boys, that time is now!
After all they've taken there's nothing left,
But our lives to lay down.
We can leave tonight or bloody well fight!
A hard line's been handed down!