Part of Me

Walking down the street From St. Mary to St. John People keep their heads down All dipp'd in their thoughts They parked the child in the nursery Now they're going back to work While their wives at the office Are showing off their thong The pubs haven't closed down yet But there's no music left to play You need to ask for permits Get a license, even paying In the evening people stay at home Watching telly contest shows On weekend they spend all the day At the local malls B.A. city B.A. city I hate you from the bottom of my heart But you're a part of me B.A. city B.A. city I hate you from the bottom of my heart But you're a part of me They have built in every corner Pouring concrete over fields The bushes where we used to play Are just a memory There is nothing much left But architectural filth Oh my God what have they done To the town where I was born B.A. city B.A. city I hate you from the bottom of my heart But you're a part of me B.A. city B.A. city I hate you from the bottom of my heart But you're a part of me These streets have seen the civil war And a town brought to its knees They have seen the mother's tears While burying our slain Now the old men are few But the youngsters grew And they forget the lessons of the past B.A. city B.A. city I hate you from the bottom of my heart But you're a part of me B.A. city B.A. city I hate you from the bottom of my heart But you're a part of me