Oi Polloi - Die For B.P. Lyrics
Eighteen years old, screaming in a ditchAmputated legs in a war fought for the richBut the bosses shed no tears as you bled and cried'Cos your butchery battle-proved the weapons they had sold to the other sideTIME TO STOP THE WARB.P. AIN'T WORTH DYING FOROrphaned children cry, screaming for their dadBut when he comes home he'll be in a body bagAnother loved one is left legless, condemned to a wheelchairThis is "precision bombing" with your great military hardwareYou make a TV game of slaughter and terror air attacksA video distration from recession and poll taxForget and fight for you? We're the people that you're screwingNo, you'll only see us fight to give your bailiffs a good doing