Lyrics:

Celtic children born with stone in hand
Cast against the dark
Revolution spark
Bitter tears they flood the sea
They're drowning me

Frightened soldiers fighting for a queen
Streets of Orange and Green
Ancient building scream
As exploding motor cars
Leave their scars

Hey, Belfast Cowboys
What you gonna do, where're you gonna run

Towards the dawn the lights of power burn
Statesmen wrapped in fears
Wrestling with ideas
Search their souls to find the key
Who has the key?

Hey, Belfast Cowboys
What you gonna do, where're you gonna run

Khaki angles fly the sun
Mortar starlight burns
Tear stained face it turns
Paid the blood price to be free

Hey, Belfast Cowboys
What you gonna do, where're you gonna run