They talk to the sister the father and the mother With a microphone in one hand and a checkbook in the other And the camera noses in on the tears on her face The tears on her face The tears on her face You can put them back together with your paper and paste But you can't put them back together You can't put them back together What would you say, what would you do? Children and animals, two by two Give me the needle give me the rope We're gonna melt them down to pills and soap Four and twenty crowbars jammy your desire Out of the frying pan, into the fire The king is in the counting house, some folk have all the luck And all we get is pictures of Lord and Lady Muck They come from lovely people, with their hardline and hypocrisy There are ashtrays of emotion for the f*g ends of the aristocracy What would you say, What would you do Children and animals, two by two Give me the needle give me the rope We're gonna melt them down for pills and soap. Give me the needle Give me the rope The sugar-coated pill is getting bitterer still You think your country needs you, but you know it never will So pack up yer troubles in a stolen handbag Don't dilly dally boys, rally round the flag Give us our daily bread in individual slices And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis What would you say, what would you do? Children and animals, two by two Give me the needle give me the rope We're gonna melt them down for pills and soap Give me the needle Give me the rope We are going To melt them down For Pills And Soap