There's nothing new In this sad story The slaughter of innocence Without glory At the foot of your hill Without warning The centre of operations They attack in the morning Now you can lie Like a lame before them You can dance in the dawn You can even ignore them But with your skin on file There's no escape P.C. Keen's got the snap shots And he knows your face And the press will declare That you're all mad and insane And you'll be accused Of not playing the game You'll stand in the court And declare your bravery For fighting all this That brings us all slavery But they won't even see you hey won't even hear you Because you are the truth So nothing can save you