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Children In Pieces

Children in pieces
in Irish industrial schools
Nuns called1 mothers
and their Christian Brothers2
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 called mothers
and their 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
3


This track was the b-side of the single "All You Need Is Me", released May, 2008.

1 Other sources report "cold"

2 A direct reference to a christian organization: Congregation of Christian Brothers

3 pronounced backwards



Album: [b-sides]
Year of Publication: 2008
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Jesse Tobias

last update: 21.04.2010

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Bambini a pezzi

Bambini a pezzi
nelle scuole industriali irlandesi
Suore chiamate1 madri
ed i loro Fratelli Cristiani2
massacrano di botte bambini terrorizzati

Giudici e preti e poliziotti e cardinali
guardano dall'altra parte
Quando arriverà il fine settimana
li useranno anche loro

Bambini a pezzi
nelle scuole industriali irlandesi
Suore chiamate madri
ed i loro Fratelli Cristiani
massacrano di botte bambini terrorizzati

Tu dici che vuoi andartene a casa
Dici che vuoi essere lasciato in pace
e così ti rivolgi a me
ma invece di simpatia io trovo che
il mio cuore romantico si fa insensibile
Il mio cuore romantico si fa insensibile
"Toglimi le mani di dosso!
Ragazzo, devi proprio portare sfortuna!"
Il mio cuore romantico si fa insensibile

ed i fratelli cristiani
massacrano di botte bambini terrorizzati
3



Il brano è la b-side del singolo "All You Need Is Me", uscito a maggio del 2008.

1 Altre fonti riportano "cold mothers" (madri fredde)

2 Un riferimento diretto ad un'organizzazione cristiana: Congregation of Christian Brothers

3 pronunciato al contrario



Album: [b-sides]
Anno di pubblicazione: 2008
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Jesse Tobias

ultimo agg.: 21.04.2010

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