| The natives are restless tonight, sir
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| Cooped up on estates with no hope in sight
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| They need some kind of distraction
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| We can give them that
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| Cause they’d die if they only had something to die for
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| They’d kill if they only had something to kill for
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| They’d cheer if they only had something to cheer for
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| We can give them that
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| So it’s off to war we go (I never believed it)
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| Bring out all the flags (I never believed it)
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| Fight the good fight
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| It’s working like a dream, sir
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| Half the nation are hooked on the bait
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| Waiting for the next victorious instalment
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| We can give them that
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| Cause it’s no surprise that young men are heroes
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| It’s no surprise that young men are strong
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| It’s no surprise that young men are foolish
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| We’ve known that all along
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| Exciting pictures on News at Ten (I never believed it)
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| Read all the crap on all the front pages (I never believed it)
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| Fight the good fight
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| Dead men in the South Atlantic
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| It’s meant to warm our hearts
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| They think that they died for you and me
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| Oh God, what a farce, what a farce
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| And now it’s the repeats
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| Plugging the Falklands and the Falklands' spirit
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| Show the pictures again and again
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| Till the next war comes around
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| Cause we’ll die if we only have something to die for
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| We’ll kill if we only have something to kill for
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| We’ll cheer if we only have something to cheer for
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| That is worthy of the name
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| Oh yes the next war (I never believed it)
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| See the propaganda in TV fiction (I never believed it)
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| Enemies with horns and tails
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| There are dead men in the South Atlantic
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| It’s meant to warm our hearts
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| They think that they died for you and me
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| Oh God, what a farce, what a farce
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| There’s crippled men back home in England
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| Doesn’t it warm your hearts
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| They think they fought for peace and freedom
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| Poor boys, what a farce, what a farce |