As you bow youre head for Nimrod, ask yourself if you can justify that violence, And then have your minutes silence. On foreign soil, help secure Iraqi oil But now he’s dead, and there’s nothing to be said. Accept put him with the others, ship them back to their mothers. All the profit in the world won’t put a smile back on her face. At the setting of the sun you’ll hear the general and the line that he espouses, plaguing all your houses. All the profit in the world won’t put a smile back on her face. At the setting of the sun and in the morning still disgraced Oh King and Kaiser, church n state are none the wiser. Queen and country none the wiser Blood and honour none the wiser For god and Ulster none the wiser.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 12:09:34 +0000
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