Pillar To Post

Jocks got a vote in parochia
Ten long years and hes still got her
Paying tax and and doing stir
Worry about it later.
And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so weve been told
Musics food til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat culture.

Chorus:
The past is steeped in shame,
But tomorrows fair game,
For a life thats fit for living
Good morning britain.

Twenty years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war aint won
Paddys just a figure of fun
It lightens up the danger.
And a corporal sneers at a catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich mans toy
Hes killing more than celtic joy
Death is not a stranger.

Taffys times gonna come one day
Its a loud sweet voice and it wont give way
A house is not a holiday
Your sons are leaving home neil.
In the hills and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of democracy
The echo of eternity
With a rak-a-rak-a feel.

Chorus

From the tyne to where to the thames does flow
My english brothers and sisters know
Its not a case of where you go
Its race and creed and colour.
From the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the undergrounds just a stop away
Dont be too black, dont be too gay
Just get a little duller.

But in this green and pleasant land,
Where I make my home, I make my stand
Make it cool just to be a man,
A uniforms a traitor.
Love is international
And if you stand or if you fall,
Just let them know you gave your all,
Worry about it later.