Hark - Lyrics - Fiddler's Green

Fiddler's Green is a legendary supposed afterlife, where there is perpetual mirth, a fiddle that never stops playing, and dancers who never tire. Its origins are obscure, although some point to the Greek myth of the Elysian Fields as a potential inspiration.

Don't close your eyes You see them when you watch TV Their stupid lies against a poor minority So count me out I'll never march among their crowd Don't count on me Cause I'm all fascists' enemy I don't care about the colour of your skin I don't care from where you come Or where you've been Their point of view is not what I call liberty Their stupid hate, it terrifies and frightens me Ireland is my inspiration Don't give a *** for segregation Don't count me to their load of crap I'll never be a living dead, oh no We drain our glass with every nation Don't give a *** for segregation And Mehmet is a friend of mine We drink together feelin' fine, oh yeah Don't spend the night with a fascist Better spend the night with us Don't throw a stone, don't be a racist If you ain't got a job don't join that mob