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How can a man who writes this be a conservative?:
LITTLE BOY SOLDIERS - Paul Weller Its funny how you never knew what my name was, Our only contact was a form for the election. These days I find that you don't listen, These days I find that we're out of touch, These days I find that I'm too busy, So why the attention now you want my assistance - what have you done for me? You've gone and got yourself in trouble, Now you want me to help you out. These days I find that I can't be bothered, These days I find that its all too much, To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger, But I've got no choice so here I come - war games. I'm up on the hills playing little boy soldiers, Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30. Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives, You're one of us and we love you for that. Think of honour, Queen and country. You're a blessed son of the British Empire, God's on our side and so is Washington. Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers. Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullabye, And tell the tale of how goodness prevailed. We ruled the world - we killed and robbed, The fucking lot - but we don't feel bad. It was done beneathe the flag of democracy, You'll believe - and I do, yes I do - yes I do - Yes I do - These days I find that I can't be bothered, To argue with them - well, what's the point? Better to take your shots and drop down dead, then they send you home in a pine overcoat. With a letter to your mum Saying 'find enclosed one son, one medal' - and a note to say he won.
"Smithers-Jones" Here we go again, it's Monday at last, He's heading for the Waterloo line. To catch the 8am fast, its usually dead on time, Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine. Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie, Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times 'Good Morning Smithers-Jones' 'How's the wife and home?' 'Did you get the car you've been looking for?' (repeat) Let me get inside, let me take control of you, We could have some good times, All this worry will get you down, I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so. Sitting on the train, you're nearly there You're a part of the production line, You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines, Get out of the pack, before they peel you back. Arrive at the office, spot on time, The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine. 'Good Morning Smithers-Jones', 'The boss wants to see you alone'. 'I hope its the promotion you've been looking for' (repeat) 'Come in Smithers old boy' 'Take a seat, take the weight off your feet'. 'I've some news to tell you' 'There's no longer a position for you' - 'Sorry Smithers-Jones'. Put on the kettle to make some tea It's all a part of feeling groovy Put on your slippers turn on the TV It's all a part of feeling groovy It's time to relax now you've worked your arse off But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss Work and work and work and work til you die Cause there's plenty more fish in the sea to fry.
"Life at a Top Peoples Health Farm" Dads gone down the dog track, engels’ laying cables Brothers with his student friends plotting in the stables They’re preparing for power and how to win I’m covered in solaire and preparing to swim Old iron! old iron! - I heard the bobby shout As he brought his friendly truncheon down with With a God almighty clout. Mothers playing bingo, she’s hoping for a big win She buys the daily papers to see how 10% live My cousins’ greatest wish, is to one day buy a farm And turn it into a health club with top people charm Any evening, any day - I’m singing to myself I’ll pack up all my clothes and dough and piss off somewhere else.
My ol’ man was a dust person until he got the shove Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by the iron glove Brothers bought new glasses, shaped like leon trotsky’s They look very nice on the mantlepiece, next to the royal family I’m laying back with the radio on, in time to hear the archer’s An everyday tale of country folk mixed up in prostitution.
Like all good stories with a happy end, which I’ll now give to you Our cousins wish was granted and so his dream came true His gas shares doubled, while his telecoms soared Til he had enough money, to chair his own board And thank you margaret thatcher, may you never come to harm He now serves cocktails and lettuce at a top peoples health club farm.
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