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  • They talked to the sister, the father and the mother
    With a microphone in one hand and a chequebook in the other
    AND THE CAMERA NOSES IN TO THE TEARS ON HER FACE
    The tears on her face
    The tears on her face
    You can put them back together with your paper and paste
    But you can't put them back together
    You can't put them back together
    What would you say?
    What would you do?
    Children and animals two by two
    Give me the needle
    Give me the rope
    We're going to melt them down for PILLS AND SOAP
    Give me the needle
    Give me the rope
    We're going to melt them down for pills and soap

    Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire
    Out of the frying pan into the fire
    The king is in the counting house
    Some folk have all the luck
    And all we get are pictures of LORD AND LADY MUCK
    They come from lovely people with a hard line in hypocrisy
    THERE ARE ASHTRAYS OF EMOTION FOR THE FAG ENDS OF THE ARISTOCRACY

    The sugar coated pill is getting bitterer still
    YOU THINK YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU BUT YOU KNOW IT NEVER WILL
    So pack up your troubles in a stolen handbag
    DON'T DILLY DALLY BOYS RALLY ROUND THE FLAG
    Give us your daily bread in individual slices
    And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis
  • They talked to the sister, the father and the mother
    With a microphone in one hand and a chequebook in the other
    AND THE CAMERA NOSES IN TO THE TEARS ON HER FACE
    The tears on her face
    The tears on her face
    You can put them back together with your paper and paste
    But you can't put them back together
    You can't put them back together
    What would you say?
    What would you do?
    Children and animals two by two
    Give me the needle
    Give me the rope
    We're going to melt them down for PILLS AND SOAP
    Give me the needle
    Give me the rope
    We're going to melt them down for pills and soap

    Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire
    Out of the frying pan into the fire
    The king is in the counting house
    Some folk have all the luck
    And all we get are pictures of LORD AND LADY MUCK
    They come from lovely people with a hard line in hypocrisy
    THERE ARE ASHTRAYS OF EMOTION FOR THE FAG ENDS OF THE ARISTOCRACY

    The sugar coated pill is getting bitterer still
    YOU THINK YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU BUT YOU KNOW IT NEVER WILL
    So pack up your troubles in a stolen handbag
    DON'T DILLY DALLY BOYS RALLY ROUND THE FLAG
    Give us your daily bread in individual slices
    And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis