Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sheep Farming in the Falklands, artist - Crass.
Date of issue: 01.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sheep Farming in the Falklands |
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands |
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty’s forces are coming |
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands |
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty’s forces are coming |
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands |
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty’s forces are coming |
Fuck off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun |
Big man’s jerk off dreamland, looking down the barrel of a gun |
Friggin' in the riggin' another imperialist farce |
Another page of British history to wipe the national arse |
The royals donated Prince Andrew as a show of their support |
Was it just luck the only ship that wasn’t struck was the one on which he |
fought? |
Three cheers for good old Andy, let’s take a pic for his mum |
And stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal album |
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands |
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty’s forces are coming |
Onward Thatcher’s soldiers, it’s your job to fight… |
«And, you know, I don’t really give a toss if the cause is wrong or right |
My political neck means more to me than the lives of a thousand men |
If I felt it might be of use to me I’d do it all over again |
The Falklands was really a coverup job to obscured the mistakes I’ve made |
And you know I think gamble I took could certainly be said to have paid |
With unemployment at an all-time high and the country falling apart |
I, Winston Thatcher, reign supreme in this great nations' heart.» |
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands |
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty’s forces are coming |
While the men who fought her battles are still expected to suffer |
Thatcher proves in parliament that she’s just a fucking nutter |
The iron lady’s proved her metal, has struck with her fist of steel |
Has proved that a heart that is made out of lead is a heart that doesn’t feel |
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands |
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty’s forces are coming |
Now Thatcher says… «Oh raunchy Ron, we’ve fought our war |
Now it’s your turn to prove yourself in El Salvador |
I’ve employed Micheal Heseltine to deal with P. R |
He’s an absolute prick, but a media star |
He’ll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile plan |
Then at last I’ll have a penis just like every other man |
They can call it penis envy, but they’ll pay the price for it… |
But the peasants are hungry Mags, «Let them eat shit» |
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands |
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty’s forces are coming |
Who the fuck cares, we’re all having fun? |
Mums and dads happy as their kids play with guns |
The media loved it, when all’s said and done… |
«Britain's bulldog’s off the leash» said the Sun |
As the Argies and Brits got crippled or died |
The bulldog turned around and crapped in our eyes |
Brit wit, hypocrite, don’t you yet realise |
You’re not playing with toys, you’re playing with lives… |
You piss straight up in your self-righteous rage |
Wilfs, goms and gimps in the nuclear age |
Four minute warning, what a shock |
Well balls to you rocket cock |
You’re old and you’re ill and you’re soon going to die |
You’ve got nothing to lose if you fill up the skies |
You’d take us all with you, yeah, it’s tough at the top |
You slop bucket, shit filled, puss ridden, death pimp snot. |
YAH FUCK |