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 !@^% of the world
Margeret [sic] 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