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I saw a newspaper picture from the political
campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously
in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child's
face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
coming down on that child's lips

Well I hope I don't die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to save
Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live
long enough to savour
That's when they finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the whore of the world
Margeret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't
haunted by every tiny detail
'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
all she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones say that it all ends
the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just
squeezed the life from his only son
And how it's only voices in your head and
dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between
justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful
discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up
for punishment
And then expect you to say "Thank you"
straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you've only got the symptoms, you
haven't got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can
filled up with dreams then poured down
the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being
blown to bits or beaten and maimed

Who takes all the glory and none of the shame

Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord
your soul to keep
I think I'll be going before we fold our arms
and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life
could be so cheap
'Cos when they finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the
dirt down
I saw a newspaper picture from the political    campaign    A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously    in pain    She spills with compassion, as that young child's    face in her hands she grips    Can you imagine all that greed and avarice    coming down on that child's lips       Well I hope I don't die too soon    I pray the Lord my soul to save    Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave    Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live    long enough to savour    That's when they finally put you in the ground    I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down       When England was the whore of the world    Margeret was her madam    And the future looked as bright and as clear as    the black tarmacadam    Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't    haunted by every tiny detail    'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands    all she thought of was betrayal       And now the cynical ones say that it all ends    the same in the long run    Try telling that to the desperate father who just    squeezed the life from his only son    And how it's only voices in your head and    dreams you never dreamt    Try telling him the subtle difference between    justice and contempt    Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful    discontent    When they flaunt it in your face as you line up    for punishment    And then expect you to say "Thank you"    straighten up, look proud and pleased    Because you've only got the symptoms, you    haven't got the whole disease    Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can    filled up with dreams then poured down    the drain    Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being    blown to bits or beaten and maimed       Who takes all the glory and none of the shame       Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord    your soul to keep    I think I'll be going before we fold our arms    and start to weep    I never thought for a moment that human life    could be so cheap    'Cos when they finally put you in the ground    They'll stand there laughing and tramp the    dirt down