Lyrics

Children in pieces In Irish industrial schools Nuns called mothers And the 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 you suffer 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