For liberty there is a cost – its broken skulls and leather cosh, From the boys in uniform – now you know whose side their on – With backing – with blessing, From earthly gods not heaven, A stones throw away from it all. Whatever pleasures those who get – from stripping skin with rhino whip, Are the kind that must be stopped – before their kind take all we’ve got – With loving – with caring, They take great pride in working, The stones throw away from it all.
Whenever honesty persists – you’ll hear the snap of broken ribs, Of anyone who’ll take no more – of the lying bastards roar – In Chile – In Poland, Johannesburg – South Yorkshire, A stones throw away: Now we’re there.
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