Outside
the patient millions
Who
put them into power
Expect
a little more back for their taxes
Like
school books, beds in hospitals
And
peace in our bloody time
All
they get is old men grinding axes
Who've
built their private fortunes
On the
things they can rely
The
courts, the secret handshake
The
Stock Exchange and the old school tie
For
God and Queen and Country
All
things they justify
Above
the sound of ideologies clashing
God bless
the Civil Service
The
nations saving grace
While
we expect democracy
They're
laughing in our face
And
although our cries get louder
Their
laughter gets louder still
Above
the sound of ideologies clashing
Marco Giunco |
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