Monday, 27 April 2009

Holding Out For A Hero, or something

Where has the security gone
When terror's all around?
Towel heads are coming here
To bomb the London Underground
Who is gonna plunder
Foreign oil depositories?
Late at night I wet my own bed
Is our country safe yet?

I need a Squaddie
I'm holding out for a Squaddie 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be spacky
And he's gotta kill Iraqis
And never question why he has to fight
I need a Squaddie
I'm holding out for a Squaddie 'til the morning light
His head's gotta be shaved
And he'll listen to rave
And he's gotta drink lager for life

Somewhere in Dallas
November 1963
Someone shot the president
From the Texas book depositary
Although he was called Oswald, he could have changed his name
Conspiracies run deep my friend, Al Qaeda is to blame!

I need a Squaddie
I'm holding out for a Squaddie 'til the end of the night
He's gotta endanger himself
Without thought for his health
And never question why he has to fight
I need a Squaddie
I'm holding out for a Squaddie 'til the morning light
He'll blow up your larder
Whilst playing Escada
Because that is the British way of life

Up where the Squaddie shoot the civvies above
Out where the tank shells split the sea
I would swear that there's terrorist cell
Laughing at me

Out where they never feel the chill of the rain
Out where the we plant WMD's
They would be guilty of something naughty,
Anyway

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