The natives are restless tonight, sir Cooped up on estates with no hope in sight They need some kind of distraction We can give them that 'Cause they'd die if they only had something to die for They'd kill if they only had something to kill for They'd cheer if they only had something to cheer for We can give them that So it's off to war we go (I never believed it) Bring out all the flags (I never believed it) Fight the good fight
It's working like a dream, sir Half the nation are hooked on the bait Waiting for the next victorious instalment We can give them that 'Cause it's no surprise that young men are heroes It's no surprise that young men are strong It's no surprise that young men are foolish We've known that all along Exciting pictures on News at Ten (I never believed it) Read all the crap on all the front pages (I never believed it) Fight the good fight
Dead men in the South Atlantic It's meant to warm our hearts They think that they died for you and me Oh God, what a farce, what a farce
And now it's the repeats Plugging the Falklands and the Falklands' spirit Show the pictures again and again Till the next war comes around 'Cause we'll die if we only have something to die for We'll kill if we only have something to kill for We'll cheer if we only have something to cheer for That is worthy of the name Oh yes the next war (I never believed it) See the propaganda in TV fiction (I never believed it) Enemies with horns and tails
There are dead men in the South Atlantic It's meant to warm our hearts They think that they died for you and me Oh God, what a farce, what a farce
There's crippled men back home in England Doesn't it warm your hearts They think they fought for peace and freedom Poor boys, what a farce, what a farceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
