Bierut Moon - Stiff Little Fingers

«-like to help you,» the consul said

«But there’s nothing we can do

Well, you knew the risks when you took the job

After all you’re not a fool

So, don’t call me, don’t call me

I just can’t bend the rules

Keep your chin up, I know it’s tough

Somehow you’ll get through.»

It seems the Americans bargain and rescue

But if you get caught you’re left to rot

Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon

Sorry son, there’s nothing we can do

Different rules, we haven’t got a clue

«We can’t be seen to be giving in

To these terrorists you see

If we talk with them it would mean the end

Of all that we hold dear

So don’t call me, don’t call me

I’m doing all I can

Although it seems from where you sit

I don’t give a damn.»

Back home they’ll remember you in papers, on TV

'cus when you’re caught you’re left to rot

Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon

Sorry son, there’s nothing we can do

Different rules, we haven’t got a clue

Sorry son, there’s nothing we can do

Different rules, we haven’t got a clue

And though you dream of being free

There’s not much hope that I can see

Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon

Just today on the news I saw

A hostage walking free

He talked of how it came about

He gained his liberty

He said, don’t give up, don’t give up

Argue, beg and plead

Keep the pressure on, don’t let it drop

Somehow you’ll get free

He said the Americans would bargain and rescue

But when Brits get caught they’re left to rot

Under a Beirut, under the Beirut Moon

(Under a Beirut moon)

Different rules, we haven’t got a clue

(Under a Beirut moon)

Sorry son, there’s nothing we can do

Under a Beirut moon

Different rules, we haven’t got a clue

Under a Beirut moon

Sorry son, there’s nothing we can do