Sister Sinead lyrics

I'm singing this song for my sister Sinead

Concerning the god awful mess that she made

When she told them her truth just as hard as she could

Her message profoundly was misunderstood

There's humans entrusted with guarding our gold

And humans in charge of the saving of souls

And humans responded all over the world

Condemning that bald headed brave little girl

And maybe she's crazy and maybe she ain't

But so was Picasso and so were the saints

And she's never been partial to shackles or chains

She's too old for breaking and too young to tame

It's askin' for trouble to stick out your neck

In terms of a target a big silhouette

But some candles flicker and some candles fade

And some burn as true as my sister Sinead

And maybe she's crazy and maybe she ain't

But so was Picasso and so were the saints

And she's never been partial to shackles or chains

She's too old for breaking and too young to tame