Song lyrics Black boys on mopeds by Sinead O'connor

Margareth Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by her
Iīve said this before now
You said I was childish and youīll say it now
"Remember what I told you
If they hated me they will hate you"
Englandīs not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
Itīs the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and thatīs why Iīm leaving
I donīt want him to be aware that thereīs
Any such thing as grieving
Young mother down at Smithfield
5 am, looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was "please"
These are dangerous days
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
"Remember what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you"
Englandīs not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
Itīs the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and thatīs why Iīm leaving
I donīt want him to be aware that thereīs
Any such thing as grieving.