Someone died on Sunday, the funeral was today
Tonight there will be trouble: someone’s going to pay
Don’t go out tonight love, it’s better that you stay
For anything can happen in these Troubles.
They might be dressed in uniform, respectable and clean
They might be dressed in anoraks and ordinary jeans
But murder is their mission in the dark of night unseen
For anything can happen in these Troubles.
Remember young McConville, so gentle and so kind
It broke his mother’s heart in two the night the poor lad died
Don’t go out tonight love, it’s better that you stay
For anything can happen in these Troubles.
No sanity, morality, humanity, no mind
There’s no meaning there’s no feeling, there’s no reason, there’s no rhyme
It’s an eye for an eye till everyone is blind
And anything can happen in these Troubles.
They didn’t hear the car draw near, not hear the doorbell ring
They didn’t hear the gun go off, the begging and the crying
The blood lay on the kitchen floor but no-one heard a thing
For anything can happen in these Troubles.
Publishing: Elm Grove Music
