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I'll Dance on Your Grave, Mrs Thatcher

John McCullagh
Lingua: Inglese




Just a lad of sixteen summers
When the mining gates locked
I stood there with me brothers
Some with their rifles cut
Just hold on to your shirt, me boys
This is going the whole way
Don't you worry was the answer back
We're with you, Arthur, all the way

And we'll dance
Yes we'll dance
We'll dance on your grave Mrs. Thatcher
We'll dance
Yes, we'll dance
We'll dance on your grave Mrs. Thatcher

She had come well prepared
With the coal that she'd amassed
Everyday she'd try to break us down
Take the flag down from the mast
But we stood there all united
Except the scabs down from the south
With their cries for a ballot
Taking food from our kids' mouths

And we'll dance
Yes we'll dance
We'll dance on your grave Mrs. Thatcher
We'll dance
Yes, we'll dance
We'll dance on your grave Mrs. Thatcher

Gone twenty years, now, since it came and went
But what for I hear you say
'Twas for the right to earn a living wage
In this country it's the only way
You talk to me about your Union Jack
You ask me why I'm not proud
That's because it killed my father
And can't you see that that's not allowed?

So we'll dance
Yes we'll dance
We'll dance on your grave Mrs. Thatcher
We'll dance
Yes, we'll dance
We'll dance on your grave Mrs. Thatcher

We'll dance
Yes we'll dance
We'll dance on your grave Mrs. Thatcher
We'll dance
Yes, we'll dance
We'll dance on your grave Mrs. Thatcher



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