Cruise missiles have arrived, despite our protest and anger The fucked up fucking shits took no notice of our banners They ignored the nation's pleas of a chance to work for peace They reinforced their laws and brought their servants to their knees
While Maggie sits back in her province of power The nation's scared shitless in fear of a shower Of the worst thing that would be possible The destruction of the world, the murder of us all God save the Queen, are you sure it ain't the banks? It's the profit of all nations that makes the leaders wank From the Germans to the Russians and the Great British too The people are the same, it's the Government who...
...Fuck, rape and destroy our world they treat as a toy The truth they abuse and hide with war, threats, system and lies Thirty million will die while the royals and Government hides So, the nation's wealth can survive but the rest of us just fry
The man Hesletine sits and gloats at his warheads Thatcher observes, "oh, there's a hundred thousand more dead" The missiles roar over, there's nothing they can do But there's still a chance to stop it and that relies on me and you Maggie sucks Andropov in her brothel of power While Reagan gives speeches of bullshit to cover The fact that its profit that brought the missile fear Well ram them up your own arse, because we don't want them here What are we going to be doing now it's 1984?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
