Children In Pieces

Children in pieces in Irish industrial schools

Nuns called mothers

And their Christian brothers

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