The Joy brings many things

It cannot bring you joy

Sons of mothers huddled here

Men and boys

1850 swung the doors

And human sewage swept inside

Where victims speak in whines

And where the hardened cried

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

A swagger hides the fear in here

By this rule we breathe

And there is no one on this earth

That 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

Brenden Behan's laughter rings

For what he had or hadn't done

For he knew then

As I know know

That for each and every one of us

We all lose

Rich or poor

We all lose

Rich or poor

We all lose