The Cat Among The Pigeons
From the killing fields of Vietnam to the backstreets of old Derry Town
They ring us round with tanks and guns to keep us in our station
From the coal pits of Northumberland and down below the Rio Grande
They bind and break the workers’ hand with hardship and starvation
Oppression is the boss’ creed and profit his religion
We're the ones who’d dare to set the cat among the pigeons