In struggle for self determination Progress and change must soon be seen The pain endured Though you haven't heard a word Of truth from corrupt authorities People say what People like But when the tension burn it's like Dynamite We've had oppression And mass manipulation The censorship of soul's a tragedy No more sleepless nights Just for the civil rights Of expressing our own identities People say what People like And when the tension burn it's like Dynamite So think of Seamus Heany Won't make you feel alone O'Faolain Joyce and Macken Digging for our souls So think of Seamus Heany Won't make you feel alone O'Faolain Joyce and Macken Digging for our souls People say what People like But when the tension burn it's like Dynamite Suppressive midget minds creating A bankruptcy of hate against belief But we're making giant strides Of knowledge love and pride Resilience of spirit still remains People say what People like But when the tension burn it's like Dynamite Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing ever changes Nothing