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"Each Dollar A Bullet" was written by Burns, Jake.
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Oh, it must seem so romantic
When the fighting's over there
And they're passing 'round the shamrock
And you're all filled up with tears

"For the love of dear old Ireland"
That you've never even seen
You throw in twenty dollars
And sing, 'Wearing of the Green'

Each dollar a bullet
Each victim someone's son
And Americans kill Irishmen
As surely as if they fired the gun

Now you've never stood on Belfast's streets
And heard the bombs explode
Or hid beneath the blankets
When there's riots down the road

No, you've never had your best friend die
Or lost a favorite son
But you'll stand there and tell us
Just what we're doing wrong

Each false word a bullet
Each victim someone's son
And Englishmen kill Irishmen
As surely as if they fired the gun

From the minute that you're born
You're told to hate the other side
"They're not like us, they're not the same
We know because we're right

But can't you see we're all the same
There is no right and wrong
Why can't we stop and realize
We've hated too much, too long

Each old lie a bullet
Each victim someone's son
And Irishmen kill Irishmen
As surely as if they fired the gun

How can you convince yourself
That what you do is right?
When people are dying there
Night after night

Don't you ever wonder why it still goes on?
The hopes and fears and all the tears
Are buried in your ground
Buried in your ground

Each rumor a bullet
Each victim someone's son
And careless talk kills Irishmen
As surely as if words fired the gun

Well, it's lasted for so long now
And so many have died
It's such a part of my own life
Yet it leaves me mystified

How a people so intelligent
Friendly, kind and brave
Can throw themselves so willingly
Into an open grave

Each new day a bullet
Each victim someone's son
And ignorance kills Irishmen
As surely as if we fired the gun

Songwriters
BURNS, JAKE

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