Sangtekst: Stiff Little Fingers. Flags And Emblems. Beirut Moon.

"We'd 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


(Chorus:)

Under a Beirut Moon


Sorry son, there's nothing we can do
Under a Beirut Moon



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

Because when you're caught you're left to rot

Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon



(Chorus)



And though you dream of being free

There's not much hope that I can see


Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon


Now 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 up, 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