I lived my life in Belfast town, and oft times I've asked why
That evil men and orders were allowed to bleed us dry
I was born in a dirty tenement in a district falling down
And I tell you, John, it won't be long till I leave Belfast town
Belfast's a northern city where decent men are few
Where drums and flags have hid the eyes of working men, it's true
Where democracy means hypocracy, and corruption does abound
Oh, I tell you John, it won't be long till I leave Belfast town
Oh, now tell me John, you've been and gone all round this world to see
And have you found a country where a poor man might be free?
Where there are no greedy landlords, or forces of the crown
Oh, tell me John, and I'll be gone far from old Belfast town
They have the minds with poison, and I fear it is too late
To wash these walls for ever of the words that speak of hate
All freedom has been banished and honest men put down
And I tell you John, it won't be long till I leave Belfast town
There's barricades and burning now, and soldiers walk the street
There's C.S. gas from England that the hungry kids can eat
Our town's an old sand castle, and the waves begin to pound
And I tell you John, it won't be long till I leave Belfast town