We're going to melt them down for pills and soap
Give me the needle, give me the rope
The tears on her face, the tears on her face
The sugar coated pill is getting bitterer still
What would you say? What would you do?
Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire
They come from lovely people with a hard line in hypocrisy
Give us your daily bread in individual slices
Out of the frying pan into the fire
Children and animals two by two
There are ashtrays of emotion for the fag ends of the aristocracy
We're going to melt them down for pills and soap
Give me the needle, give me the rope
You think your country needs you but you know it never will
And the camera noses in to the tears on her face
You can't put them back together
And all we get are pictures of Lord and Lady Muck
But you can't put them back together
Some folk have all the luck
You can put them back together with your paper and paste
So pack up your troubles in a stolen handbag
The king is in the counting house
Don't dilly dally boys rally round the flag
