Chumbawamba - Younger Moralists Lyrics
Here in the comfort of a favorite chairOr smugly from the tap room at the whitehorseI can prove mathematicallyJust when and when not to take up armsWhen to fight and when to surrender(chorus)This way or that way or this way or that wayBang on the dustbin lids here come the britsAn empire of vampires were sitting in our armchairsNothing has changed were just younger moralistsEasy enough to turn the other cheekWhen you dont get slapped aroundWhen cupboards and bellies are full fit to burstLet the enemy do his worst(repeat chorus)Here in written word, in song, in coversationCourtrooms sit in anticipation of the reading of the rulesThe exiled poet fleeing nazi germany, would say,oh these divine commandments are not much use against murder