(heaton/rotheray)
your ´fight them on the beaches´ speeches make me despair
´cause if there´s one thing we can guarantee is you will not he there
tidying your room, making up your bed
and if your diary´s full that week you´ll send us lot instead

send us lot instead, put a poppy by my lovers bed
we believe you when you say you´ve hurt your back

have you ever been away
where were you when we took calais?
you don ´t know, you don´t care
you ´re just glad that you wasn´t there
have you ever been away

i´m afraid your rule britannia mania doesn´t ring so true
if i was captain of the waves i´d turn the gun on you
any last requests before you join dead?
i´ll crap into your union jack and wrap it round your head

wrap it round your head, take a look at all the blood we´ve shed
we´ll believe you when you say it was worth it

liberate the streets of europe, give our kids a chance
give them beaujolais by tap and cheap day trips to france
but you have never seen or smelt this ungodly death
it´s like the stench of roasted lamb upon your father´s breath