They haven't even started cleaning up the mess How many souls departed is anybody's guess They're already proposing that they turn it up a notch It's time they were imposing an ever tighter watch
Terrorists everywhere, by which they do not mean Norwegians with blond hair or American Marines The fighter planes, all of those who die When the bombs rain from way up in the sky
If you bomb somebody, they might just bomb you back
The pundits on the TV will talk of integration Most of them will agree there's too much immigration They'll talk of social policies, things they should've done before Whatever you say, please, don't mention the war
They'll cry out for more cops and laws against encryption Time to pull out all the stops of every description Time to torture suspects, send them back from where they came And life goes as you'd expect in the imperial game
They'll say that now we must strengthen our will We mustn't bow to those we kill To those we maim, to the countries lost Don't mention their names, or the costTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
