Crass - Sheep Farming In The Falklands Lyrics
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the *****lands*****ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are comingSheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the *****lands*****ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are comingSheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the *****lands*****ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming***** off to the Falklands for your sea-faring funBig man's jerk off dreamland, looking down the barrel of a gunFriggin' in the riggin' another imperialist farceAnother page of British history to wipe the national arseThe royals donated Prince Andrew as a show of their supportWas it just luck the only ship that wasn't struck was the one on which he fought?Three cheers for good old Andy, let's take a pic for his mumAnd stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal albumSheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the *****lands*****ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are comingOnward Thatcher's soldiers, it's your job to fight..."And, you know, I don't really give a toss if the cause is wrong or right,My political neck means more to me than the lives of a thousand men,If I felt it might be of use to me I'd do it all over again.The Falklands was really a coverup job to obscured the mistakes I've made,And you know I think gamble I took could certainly be said to have paid.With unemployment at an all-time high and the country falling apartI, Winston Thatcher, reign supreme in this great nations' heart."Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the *****lands*****ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are comingWhile the men who fought her battles are still expected to sufferThatcher proves in parliament that she's just a *****ing nutterThe iron lady's proved her metal, has struck with her fist of steelHas proved that a heart that is made out of lead is a heart that doesn't feelSheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the *****lands*****ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are comingNow Thatcher says... "Oh raunchy Ron, we've fought our warNow it's your turn to prove yourself in El SalvadorI've employed Micheal Heseltine to deal with P.R.He's an absolute prick, but a media starHe'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile planThen at last I'll have a penis just like every other manThey can call it penis envy, but they'll pay the price for it...But the peasants are hungry Mags, "Let them eat shit"Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the *****lands*****ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are comingWho the ***** cares, we're all having fun?Mums and dads happy as their kids play with gunsThe media loved it, when all's said and done..."Britain's bulldog's off the leash" said the SunAs the Argies and Brits got crippled or diedThe bulldog turned around and crapped in our eyes.Brit wit, hypocrite, don't you yet realiseYou're not playing with toys, you're playing with lives...You piss straight up in your self-righteous rageWilfs, goms and gimps in the nuclear ageFour minute warning, what a shock,Well balls to you rocket *****You're old and you're ill and you're soon going to dieYou've got nothing to lose if you fill up the skiesYou'd take us all with you, yeah, it's tough at the topYou slop bucket, shit filled, puss ridden, death pimp snot..YAH *****
