Текст (слова) песни: Chumbawamba - All The King`s Men
And so in the tradition of Manfred the Great The people built the glorious vision in his name Great Britain they called it, a land for heroes A land where no one was starving, a paradise, a garden of Eden The garden of Eden, levelled to the ground And concreted over, re-built from scratch With I.C.I. man-made fibres, they made their paradise out of plastic But our world is cracked and it`s showing through The plastic backed cello-taped superglue The paper money and the patched up lies The cover-up jobs, the fact they try to hide That all the king`s horses and all the king`s men Will never stick our world together again With their plastic, sticky-backed, red-taped lies, And all the paper money they exchange for our lives Think about it, our world, all the ecological catastrophes They`re happening all at once, at the same time now Mankind to the rescue, I ask you why? To him tomorrow is just another fucking day fucking up the earth Filling his fat silver-lined pockets full So please listen, dear peoplekind See the reason that minkind won`t save the earth Cos there`s no money in it for him, it`s not worth his while It`s up to us It`s up to us It`s up to us, each and every one of us
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