Harp — текст песни (Stiff Little Fingers)

Don`t pity this poor immigrant
My eyes were open when I caught the boat
All I wanted was your shelter, and maybe just a little hope
But you turned your anger on me for the courage that you lack
I don`t want your half-assed freedom
You can have the whole deal back
Now let me tell you something
Let`s get this straight from the start
Don`t call me harp, don`t call me harp

You said "Bring me your poor and destitute
And I can kick them when they`re down"
Cause there`s always enough misery
And we`ll be sure to share it round
Now I`ll turn my anger on you for the decency you lack
For the morals you fail to uphold, your cocaine, crack and smack
To the land that wears it`s heart up front
I`m screaming from the back
Don`t call me harp, don`t call me harp

And the ghetto`s almost full now
It`s time the trash was moved uptown
And the sight of all those beggers on the streets
Must really get you down
Soon they`ll turn their anger on you for the promises you broke
For all the lies you told them as their dreams went up in smoke
And I feel I stand among them as I shout this from the heart
Don`t call me harp, don`t call me harp

You built your land on principles decent, brave and true
I find it hard to understand just what went wrong with you
Don`t call me harp, don`t call me harp