Children in pieces
in Irish industrial schools
Nuns called1 mothers
and their Christian Brothers2
kick the shit out of very frightened children

Judges and priests and police and cardinals
they look the other way
when the weekend comes
they'll make use of those

Children in pieces
in Irish industrial schools
Nuns called mothers
and their Christian Brothers
kick the shit out of very frightened children

You say you wanna go home
you say you wanna be left alone
and so you turn to me
but instead of sympathy I find
my sentimental heart hardens
my sentimental heart hardens
"Get your hands off me!
Kid, you must be bad luck!"
My sentimental heart hardens

and the christian brothers
kick the shit out of very frightened children3