These words are transcribed without permission the way they appear in the "Swords" album. Additions to the printed lyrics are in darker text while omissions are striken out.

Children in pieces in Irish industrial schools
nuns called "mothers"
and the Christian Brothers
kick the shit out of very frightened children
judges and priests and police and cardinals
they look the other way
when the weekend comes
they'll make use of those children in pieces
in Irish industrial schools
nuns called "mothers"
and the Christian Brothers
kick the shit out of very frightened children

You say you wanna go home
you say you wanna be left alone
and so you turn to me
but instead of sympathy I find
my sentimental heart hardens
my sentimental heart hardens
get your hands off me, kid
you must be bad luck
my sentimental heart hardens

(backwards)
and the Christian Brothers
kick the shit out of very frightened children