He was just a Brendan
So proud of Irish roots
But Connelly and MacDonough
Not fit to lick their boots
From simple disagreements
To neighborhood disputes
You′d hear him shouting from the rooftops
"Send in the bloody troops"

He had his fixed opinions
He could not quite express
He'd rather parrot bullshit
Or take a wild guess
And parrot he would, frequently
Like a birdy in a cage
A voiceless, useless, flightless thing
Perpetuating rage

Small boats goin′ one way
Small boats comin' back
The ones that you were proud of
The ones that you'd attack
Gеt yourself on front row
Popcorn and a drink
Settle down and watch thosе bastards sink

She′s a simple Yorkshire lass
Says it as she sees
Longing for the old pound note
And broke-down Ford Capris
With a whiff of German perfume
And stale Austrian cheese
There she′ll be, Glock 33
With welcome down the quays

The closer they to poverty
The nearer they to debt
The more she'd like to trap them all
In some ungodly net
′Til the only thing that she can try
To get her off to sleep
Is counting children perishing
And dinghies sinkin' deep

Small boats goin′ one way
Small boats comin' back
The ones that you were proud of
The ones that you′d attack
Get yourself on front row
Popcorn and a drink
Settle down and watch those bastards sink

Independent thinking, intrinsic to these lands
It gets us learnin' languages, listening to new bands
But smaller boats and bigger boats landing on these sands
Triggers something no one understands

Small boats goin' one way
Small boats comin′ back
The ones that you were proud of
The ones that you′d attack
Get yourself on front row
Popcorn and a drink
Settle down and watch those bastards sink