When England was the whore of the world,
Margaret was her madam
Mad Maggie’s being resurrected lately!
The only touchstone that can fully describe the uber right-wing sentiments of bimbo Polar Palin!
Who’d have thought some mad nazi bitch with potentially limitless power would crawl out of some Alaskan sewer and almost make Mad Maggie Thatcher look liberal! Almost!
Thatcher wreaked untold havoc in her own country and across vast tracts of the world;
- in Britland, she tried to decimate the working class – and to a large extent succeeded (e.g. forcibly ruining the livelihood of thousands of miners, dismantling the unions, etc),
- in Northern Ireland (e.g. refusing to give basic rights to IRA prisoners, resulting in the deaths of many prisoners by horrific hunger-strike and also ultimately leading to the rise of IRA power; authorising deaths squads to kill certain individuals with views contrary to hers; overseeing a government which gave confidential police information on suspected IRA members to Protestant Terrorist murder gangs; etc. etc.),
- in the Malvinas Islands (staging an insane war over a piece of uninhabited Argentinian rock in the Atlantic in order to win an upcoming election!)
- and further afield (being a big supporter of evil tyrant Pinochet, backing senile Ronny Reagan’s crazy campaign of supporting tyrannical right-wing despots in numerous places from Chile to Salvador to Guatemala to SE Asia!)!
There’s loads more shit too if I wanted to waste more time remembering! But I don’t!
Is this mad evil hag still alive?
Costello’s ultimate dream therein is that “… when they finally put you in the ground, I’ll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down” !!
Why don’t you tell us how you really feel, Elvis?!!
This track makes Lennon’s great “How do you Sleep?” seem like a nursery rhyme!!
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I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child’s
Face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that child’s lips
Well I hope I don’t die too soon
I pray the lord my soul to save
Oh Ill be a good boy, I’m trying so hard to behave
Because theres one thing I know, Id like to live
Long enough to savour
Thats when they finally put you in the ground
I’ll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down
When England was the whore of the world
Margaret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
The black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn’t
Haunted by every tiny detail
cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was betrayal
And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son
And how its only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn’t angry with this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say thank you straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you’ve only got the symptoms, you haven’t got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose head’s like a tin-can
Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame
Well I hope you live long now, I pray the lord your soul to keep
I think Ill be going before we fold our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap
cos when they finally put you in the ground
They’ll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down
