Christy Moore - Another Song Is Born lyrics

I looked over my shoulder but
Not for too long it's no place to look if
You're writing a song
Some songs grow ancient and
Live through the years
While others die off and dry up like tears

You open the cloak and lift up a veil
The hammer is raised to drive home a nail
The flesh is torn open, the bone is revealed
Wounds that fester seldom get healed

Songs written for love and written for gain
Some make you laugh, soothe a bad pain
Songs have a heart, a body, a soul
You lay one to rest and another song is born
While we rescue banks and
Royal Kilmanham Halls
Hell on this earth means nothing at all
My hands are all withered
And I cannot breathe
The nightmare of indifference to
Suffering and need

The elite on the plinth maintain status quo
Marble and granite their movements are slow
The silk stays unruffled as
The eyebrows are raised
Satin and mohair the good lord be praised