2 sets of lyrics

Setting the scene

In his bed white chief lies dreaming
Gonna build himself a wall
…
He could hear in advance their screaming
And got himself thick padded walls
And even then the rats were teeming
& to cover ‘em up gotta chains psycho pains gotta Rolls
Of unsubstantiated fat
“Aren’t they gonna question that?”
“We’ll shut their heads & answer back
With unsubstantiated fact!”

God save the Queen!
They’re gonna make a scene!
Girls lean back think of England
We’ll handle the drama, hire choreographers
We’re just setting the scene

In the sky metal eyes careening
Down below prophets cringe and crawl
…
There’s a man ain’t read our script stage left
Gonna make him fall
In act 1 & acts 2 3 4 5 6 7 well…
We can’t plan them all
At this point the crowd gets restless
But our craftsmen know their tools
We’ll have buffets & rosés no smoking for your comfort
& audience participation – it’ll be a ball!

God save the Queen!
They’re gonna make a scene!
We shall never be slaves
There’s a stage in Darfur where they don’t know what they’re dying for
But we’re setting out scene!

God save the Queen!
They’re gonna make a scene!
Britannia rules the world
The middle of the east’ll be the middle of our feast but not just yet
We’re setting out scene!

Describing a Tiger to your Grandchildren

You might’ve seen the Disney screen
Showing you pictures of a Tigger
You can take that idea & you’re already pretty near
When you consider these were 5 times bigger

2′n’a half metres long – here’s a postcard
Although the book’ll say 3 yards
And they’d have your guts for dinner
But this only ever happened to niggers

And what are those you ask?
People – almost
We fought a war
And we ended up the winners

“Describe the violence”
No
“Describe the tragedy”
What tragedies?
“Describe the corpses”
I have never seen a corpse
“Describe the animals”
Well…

When I was a lad we had all these things
That you just don’t have now
They said we’d remember suffering and war
But I ask them, how?

When all my memory
Is full of things relevant to me?
We didn’t have the internet – we had picture books
Imagine imagery

Covered in stripes & black & white
No, not a zebra
These ones had paws & claws & jaws
& happened to live in Siberia

They had the shape of giant cats
& moved with the speed and look of fire
Your Granny’ll say I exagerate
Your Grandpa’s many things but he ain’t no liar