Children in pieces. in Irish industrial schools. Nuns cold 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 use of those. Children in pieces. in Irish industrial schools. Nuns cold mothers. and the 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 children