MOUNTJOY
(Morrissey/Boz Boorer)

The Joy brings many things
it cannot bring you joy 
sons of mothers huddled here 
man and boy

1850 swung the doors 
and human sewage swept inside 
where victims speak in whines
and where the hardened cry

I was sent here by a
three-foot half-wit in a wig 
I took his insults on the chin
and never did I flinch

swagger hides the fear in here 
by [bad word] we breathe
and there is no one upon this earth
whom I’d feel sad to leave

You see
we all lose 
we all lose

What those in power do to you 
reminds us at a glance 
how humans hate each others guts 
and show it given the chance

We never say aloud the things 
that we say in our prayers 
’cos no one cares

Many executed here 
by the awful lawfully good 
but the only thing that makes me cry 
is when I see the sky

Brendan Behan's laughter rings 
for what he had or hadn’t done 
for he knew then as I know now 
that for each and every one
of us 
we all lose
rich or poor
we all lose
rich or poor
we all lose.