They talked to the sister, the father and the mother    With a microphone in one hand and a chequebook in the other    and the camera noses in to the tears on her face   The tears on her face    The tears on her face    You can put them back together with your paper and paste    But you can't put them back together    You can't put them back together    What would you say?    What would you do?    Children and animals two by two    Give me the needle    Give me the rope    We're going to melt them down for pills and soap   Give me the needle    Give me the rope    We're going to melt them down for pills and soap       Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire    Out of the frying pan into the fire    The king is in the counting house    Some folk have all the luck    And all we get are pictures of lord and lady muck    They come from lovely people with a hard line in hypocrisy   there are ashtrays of emotion for the fag ends of the aristocracy       The sugar coated pill is getting bitterer still   you think your country needs you but you know it never will    So pack up your troubles in a stolen handbag    don't dilly dally boys rally round the flag   Give us your daily bread in individual slices    And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis