No Irish No Blacks No Dogs (unplugged) Songtext
von Monitors

I left my land of sovereign green
Where brighter pastures be
For trade upon these treasured isles
Am I the one for thee

There be regulations, tighter laws, finer rules, deeper orders
For the first against the wall
In the name of our fathers unknown
The warm glove to be shown

Birth of a nation, high-rise
Word of skill, speak of manners, mark it well
Fruit to bear, young preserved
Mouths to feed, how they′ve grown into an insolent tone

Rose of Jericho, flesh silhouettes, our enchantment of the wind
From your cures to disease, seething from denial
Common goal, silencing moans


I gave you rights, I gave you need
Provided all you could conceive
And this is how you repay, in fatigue, vile cabaret

Borderlines not many miles from home
Cead mile failte, in wiser tomes
Marching in line, all single file, to ways we're prone

No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs
Servile are permitted
Read the rules, read the signs
These are the fxxxxxx limits, I know only familiar tones

Trigger my interest, all the rage, every battle, every plague
With the piles of dying peasants
Curled up in the corner, fivefold, ashes to throw

Borderlines not many miles from home
Cead mile failte, in wiser tomes
Sound in repose, timelines of woe, down into Delilah
Serve you′re servile, stacks in the mire, demise


Borderlines not many miles from home
Cead mile failte, in wiser tomes
Marching in line, all single file, to ways we're prone
Every little line imprisons while they fall alone