Okay, I want to talk about Ireland
Specifically I want to talk about the famine
About the fact that there never really was one
There was no famine
See Irish people were only allowed to eat potatoes
All of the other food, meat, fish, vegetables
Were shipped out of the country under armed guard
To England while the Irish people starved
And then in the middle of all this
They gave us money not to teach our children Irish
And so we lost our history
And this is what I think is still hurting me
See were like a child thats been battered
Has to drive itself out of its head because its frightened
Still feels all the painful feelings
But they lose contact with the memory
And this leads to massive self-destruction
Alcoholism, drug addiction
All desperate attempts at running
And in its worst form becomes actual killing
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be forgiving
There has to be knowledge and understanding
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
An American army regulation
Says you mustnt kill more than 10 of a nation
Cause to do so causes permanent psychological damage
Its not permanent but they didnt know that
Anyway during the supposed famine
We lost a lot more than 10 of our nation
Through deaths on land or on ships of emigration
But what finally broke us was not starvation
But its use in the controlling of our education
School go on about Black 47
On and on about The terrible famine
But what they dont say is in truth
There really never was one
Excuse me
All the lonely people
Im sorry, excuse me
Where do they all come from?
That I can tell you in one word
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
So lets take a look, shall we?
The highest statistics of child abuse in the EEC
And we say were a Christian country
But weve lost contact with our history
See we used to worship God as a mother
Were suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder
Look at all our old men in the pubs
Look at all our young people on drugs
We used to worship God as a mother
Now look at what were doing to each other
Weve even made killers of ourselves
The most child-like trusting people in the Universe
And this is whats wrong with us
Our history books, the parent figures, lied to us
I see the Irish as a race like a child
That got itself bashed in the face
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering and then grieving
So that there then can be forgiving
There has to be knowledge and understanding
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
We stand on the brink of a great achievement
In this Ireland there is no solution
To be found to our disagreements
By shooting each other
There is no real invader here
We are all Irish in all our different kinds of ways
We must not, now or ever in the future
Show anything to each other
Except tolerance, forbearance and neighbourly love
Because of our tradition, everyone here
Knows who he is and what God expects him to do