I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
SHe spills w/ compassion, as that young child's face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice coming down on that childs lips
Well I hope you don't die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to save
Oh I'll be a good boy, I'll try so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live long enough to savor
That's when they finally put you in the ground
I'll Stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down
When England was the whore of the world Margaret was her madam
And the future looked as brigh and as clear as the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't haunted by every tiny detail
Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands all she thought was betrayal
And now the cynical ones say that it all ends