| Pontius Pilate came to our town
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| Up to the dockyards to see the picket line
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| We asked him to help but he just turned around
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| He’s the leader of the union now
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| Leader of the union
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| All of our questions he ignored
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| He washed his hands and he dreamt of his reward
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| A seat in the House of Lords
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| One by one
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| The ships come sailing in
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| One by one
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| The ships go sailing out
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| We live for words and die for words
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| Principles we can afford
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| When all our brothers turn to lords
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| Whose side are you on?
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| You tell the world your hands are tied
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| History three times denied
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| A sea of changes three miles wide
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| Whose side are you on?
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| One by one
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| The ships come sailing in
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| One by one
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| The ships go sailing out
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| This conspiracy of shame
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| Murder by some other name
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| Play up and play the game
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| Whose side are you on?
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| If any ask us why we died
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| We tell them that our leaders lied
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| Sold us out down the riverside
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| Whose side are you on?
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| One by one
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| The ships come sailing in
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| One by one
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| The ships go sailing out
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| One by one
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| The ships come sailing in
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| One by one
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| The ships go sailing out
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| One by one
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| The ships come sailing in
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| One by one
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| The ships go sailing out
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| One by one
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| The ships come sailing in
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| One by one
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| The ships go sailing out |