That's when they finally put you in the ground
I'd like to live long enough to savour
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame
And the future looked as bright and as clear
That human life could be so cheap
I never thought for a moment
Well I hope I don't die too soon
And then expect you to say "Thank you"
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night
When they flaunt it in your face
You haven't got the whole disease
As you line up for punishment
And how it's only voices in your head
Between justice and contempt
As that young child's face in her hands she grips
Margaret was her madam
Because you've only got the symptoms
Try telling that to the desperate father
Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down
Isn't haunted by every tiny detail
As the black tarmacadam
Well I hope you live long now
Try telling me she isn't angry
A woman was kissin' a child
When England was the whore of the world
Who was obviously in pain
And dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference
With this pitiful discontent
Because there's one thing I know
And now the cynical ones
I pray the lord your soul to keep
We fold our arms and start to weep
Say that it all ends the same in the long run
All she thought of was betrayal
'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
Who just squeezed the life from his only son
I think I'll be going before
She spills with compassion
Being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Try telling that to the boys on both sides
'Cos when they finally put you in the ground
And avarice coming down on that child's lips?
Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can
Straighten up, look proud and pleased
Yes, I'll be a good boy
I pray the Lord my soul to save
I'm trying so hard to behave
Can you imagine all that greed
