<b>It's A Hard Life Wherever You Go</b> by <i>Jackson Finch</i><br />
I am a back-seat driver from America  
They drive to the left on Falls Road  
The man at the wheel's name is Seamus  
We pass a child on the corner he knows  
And Seamus says, "Now what chance has that kid got?"  
And I say from the back, "I don't know"  
He says, "There's barbed wire at all of these exits:  
and there ain't no place on Belfast for that kid to go"  
***It's a hard life, It's a hard life, It's a very hard life  
It's a hard life wherever you go***  
If we poison our children with hatred  
Then the hard life is all that they'll know  
A cafeteria line in Chicago  
The fat man in front of me  

Is calling black people trash to his children  
....he's the only trash here I see  
And I'm thinking this man wears a white hood  
In the night when his children should sleep  
But, they'll slip to their window and they'll see him  
And they'll think that white hood's all they need  
If I'd been a child in the sixties  
When dreams could be held through TV  
With Disney, and Cronkite, and Martin Luther  
Oh, I'd believe, I'd believe, I'd believe  
Now, I am the back-seat driver from America  
And I am not at the wheel of control  
I am guilty, I am war and I am the root of all evil  
Lord, and I can't drive on the left side of the road