Shankhill
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Flags bind up on the lights
Along the streets dumb witnesses of stories about human lives, about
The history that never dies
They can tell us about pride, struggle and fight
They carry the pain, hate of people who don't want to understand
Pray for peace wishing blood
Cry for your beloved killing people you don't care about
It's the game of gods
Both searching for something, a meaning, a cause
So who has right?
It doesn't matter!
The flags make them proud
Give them something in their meaningless lives
That counts in the game of gods
It's the game of gods
In the name of gods
It's the game of gods, where man is the loser anyway
Freedom, beliefs! you fight for, to other you deny
Colours and lines are more important then their own human lives
It's the game of gods
In the name of gods
In this so called game of gods
They sit on a balcony and watch this tragic-comic play
It's a play for gods
In this play for gods
We all live in this play for gods
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