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<noinclude>{{Lyrics for|Tramp The Dirt Down}}</noinclude> | |||
I saw a newspaper picture from the political | I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign<br> | ||
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain<br> | |||
campaign | She spills with compassion, as that young child's face in her hands she grips<br> | ||
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice coming down on that child's lips?<br> | |||
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously | <br> | ||
Well I hope I don't die too soon, I pray the Lord my soul to save<br> | |||
in pain | Yes, I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave<br> | ||
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live long enough to savour<br> | |||
She spills with compassion, as that young child's | That's when they finally put you in the ground<br> | ||
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down<br> | |||
face in her hands she grips | <br> | ||
When England was the whore of the world, Margaret was her madam<br> | |||
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice | And the future looked as bright and as clear as the black tarmacadam<br> | ||
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't haunted by every tiny detail<br> | |||
coming down on that child's lips | When she held that lovely face in her hands all she thought of was betrayal<br> | ||
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And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run<br> | |||
Well I hope I don't die too soon | Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son<br> | ||
And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt<br> | |||
I pray the Lord my soul to save | Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt<br> | ||
Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent<br> | |||
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment<br> | |||
And then expect you to say "Thank you", straighten up, look proud and pleased<br> | |||
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live | Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease<br> | ||
Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can<br> | |||
long enough to savour | Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain<br> | ||
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed<br> | |||
That's when they finally put you in the ground | Who takes all the glory but none of the shame?<br> | ||
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I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down | Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep<br> | ||
I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep<br> | |||
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap<br> | |||
When England was the whore of the world | But when they finally put you in the ground<br> | ||
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down<br> | |||
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 | |||
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 | |||
the drain | |||
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being | |||
blown to bits or beaten and maimed | |||
Who takes all the glory | |||
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 | |||
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the | |||
dirt down |
Latest revision as of 22:06, 3 May 2009
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
Yes, 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, Margaret 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
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 but 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
But when they finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down