Drew Dillon - Fight Song / Belfast Boy Lyrics

And then there was this thing, this moment, this event I'll never forget
When the DUP tried to bring in this thing called 'The Conscience Clause'
and it's effect would be that
Say you were a bus driver and as you're neared me, you thought I was gay
Well you'd be well within your right to refuse me and drive away.
Or you're a doctor operating on me, I'm an emergency just brought in
Well they could refuse to treat me, because they didn't like who I loved
In their eyes, it's a sin

So for you tonight, there are no lyrics I could write
Apart from the title 'Fight Song' after a day of DUP shite
No, there's no words written
But your own which I want you to fit in
So shout and scream and stamp and sing along
For tonight, they're our words, that's enough
And this is our Fight Song

How's your day been?
How's your week been?
Have you wanted to just stay inside?
How's your month been?
How's your year been?
Have you wanted to sit down and cry?

Were there nasty words in the playground from the boys at school?
Were there childish words directed by the people sent to rule?

And the fight song we sing
As we let injustice ring's
A little something I started today
But the words I failed to write
So I'm met with a blinding page of white
They fell from the paper and were swept away

It appeared note after note
From headline key reports and votes
And it's written when I can't say
How's your day been?
How's your week been?
Have you wanted to just hide away?
Well not today

And even though it's home
Sometimes I want to escape
I fell different, it's not in me
I feel a strange in this place

How's your day been?
How's your night been?
Did you wake inside with a burning rage?
Hows your hour been?
Can you pass your minutes?
Are you ready to show your face?

Well your armour's at the table with your notebook and your pen
And you've troops you need to rally as your head to battle again

And the fight song we sing
As we let injustice ring's
A little something I started today
But the words I failed to write
So I'm met with a blinding page of white
They fell from the paper and were swept away

It appeared note after note
From headline key reports and votes
And it's written when I can't say
How's your day been?
How's your week been?
Have you wanted to just hide away?
Well not today

Will you take me home?
And when I got out of the taxi, I didn't get out alone
He said 'I don't just wanna text you the following day
Give you a kiss on the cheek, then drive away
Into the cool Belfast night
I want to see you in the morning light
Heavens opened above Belfast in the early hours
Orange lights dotted through the wet city showers
We ran in drenched, hung out the skylight and spied the storm and thunder
Then he slept, I watched the wet city slumber
A copper fire burned somewhere in the centre of town
Burnt from amber to umber, burning something down
Some rain to drown our sorrows
And Holy fuck if this thing comes in they're gone my todays and my tomorrows
I felt less than fine
The news played over and over on my mind
I started to weep
God would ya bring me some sleep
He's long gone, sure what could he do
Won't you take me with you?

Call me your Belfast lad
I see it all, the good, the bad in this town
Call me your Belfast boy
Home's a mix of pain and joy I've found