Between justice and contempt
Well I hope you live long now
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down
I pray the lord your soul to keep

And how it's only voices in your head
I think I'll be going before
That's when they finally put you in the ground
I never thought for a moment
Straighten up, look proud and pleased
'Cos when they finally put you in the ground

When they flaunt it in your face

Well I hope that she sleeps well at night
Because you've only got the symptoms

I'd like to live long enough to savour
All she thought of was betrayal
Yes, I'll be a good boy

Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can
As you line up for punishment

'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
Well I hope I don't die too soon
You haven't got the whole disease
Can you imagine all that greed
And then expect you to say "Thank you"
Say that it all ends the same in the long run
When England was the whore of the world
Being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
I'm trying so hard to behave

And avarice coming down on that child's lips?
I pray the Lord my soul to save
And the future looked as bright and as clear
Who was obviously in pain

As the black tarmacadam
Who just squeezed the life from his only son
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

She spills with compassion
Try telling him the subtle difference
We fold our arms and start to weep
Because there's one thing I know
And dreams you never dreamt
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame
That human life could be so cheap
Try telling that to the desperate father
And now the cynical ones
Margaret was her madam
Isn't haunted by every tiny detail

With this pitiful discontent
Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
As that young child's face in her hands she grips
Try telling that to the boys on both sides
A woman was kissin' a child
Try telling me she isn't angry