Our boys have returned as men, our men    Our men have returned, amen    The spoils of war, the hero, the lads    Men pulled together for war    Set out to fight for the great British flag    That was waved by their thousands ashore    Waving farewell, the girls bare it all    And pull up their jumpers and skirts    Carried away the crowd calls for more    And the men felt it worth fighting for.    It’s all gone before, sexy Sue, saucy Jane    The pin-up that’s carried to battle    The mascot that marks in every plane    Every gun, markers of death    Symbols of men    In whose name we are slaughtered like cattle    In every good war there’s a nude on the wall    To keep the men happy and straight    A saucy ole joke lads, it’s all harmless fun    When we hit land, who shall we rape?    Ah, the spoils of war, the kickers, the bras    Momentos to give you support    While the bombs drop around    You fumble in dreams    With blank eyes see the corpses you’ve fought.    Our boys have gone away, our boys    Our boys have gone away    Our men have returned all tattered and burned    Our men have returned, amen.    The guns point their muzzles away to the land    And below deck the men throw darts    The nipples are bullseyes, the head counts for less    And there’s no points for hitting the heart.    Shapely Jane, 25, said “Those lovely real he-men    no red-blooded girl can deny    are there for the taking,    but it’s all so frustrating    if you’re married and already tied”    But bare it all girls and have all the dreams    Of dashing young soldiers so brave    Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after    For soon he will be in his grave    Ah, those rotting young men who all did their duty    Are sinking away in the sea    And they’ve missed, just for them,    the ‘Invincible panties,’ displayed in the Sun    Page three    The bodies of war, the pin-up, the corpse    Flesh that is perfect and torn    The breast that is curved, that is pink and seductive    The breast that is ripped and laid bare    The beckoning arms, the legs that are parted    The welcoming look and the wink    The arms that are shredded, the legs that are no more    The face that is rotten and stinks    The sickness of war, the men gone before    Good luck and God speed you away    The madonna is there, stripped naked and bare    On the door, she will show you the way    Our boys have gone away, our boys    Our boys have gone away    Our men have returned all tattered and burned    Our men have returned, amen    User, abuser, the conquering man    Makes use of the spoils of war    Confirming the glory, the woman is raped    And the soldiers rename her as ‘whore’    Their bodes are torn and disfigured    In their heads life is never the same    From the wall Saucy Sal is still smiling    As the nightmare is caught in his pain    Her body still perfect and tempting    Is blistered with blood of his tears    His body confused and still frightened    Turns from the truth that he fears    His friends that were killed for the reason    Of war that is fought over lies    The pin-up remains ever after    Immortal as all around dies.    Our boys have returned as men, our men    Our men have returned again    Our men have returned all tattered    And burned, our men have returned, amen.