Julie ft. The Rebel Poets Lyrics

Walking home from local shop

West Belfast, Stewartstown Road

Here begins the story

of Julie Livingstone

Bobby is gone and Francis too

sounds of all hell breaking loose

Riots in the streets

No one’s bulletproof

For the loss of the innocent victims

For the truth that will not be concealed

For the blood on the face of your sisters

Our lips will never be sealed

Three thousand, five hundred

Engraved on the marble

She’s just a bystander

One single gunshot

Bullet in head

She’s wounded in pain

She dies the next day

She’s 14 years old

If revenge will be laughter for children

We both fight for their justice and good

And the names that will make us remember

There will be no forgiveness for you

No forgiveness for you

The culture of secrecy

Protects impunity

Family tragedies

Gunners are free

Mothers in pain

Shame and disgrace

No conciliate

Inspection is closed

Come away, oh human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

[For the] you can understand

[more] you can understand

[than] you can understand