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Rubber Bullets

The Men of No Property
Language: English



Rubber bullets for the ladies,
Catch them in a CS can,
Three inches wide, six inches long,
Take it home to your old man,
It's an instrument of torture
To break your legs in two,
It'll stop you feeling lonely,
But leave you black and blue.

When you've had your fill of CS gas
Behind the barricade,
And served your time with half bricks,
You've learned a brand new trade,
Fighting for your freedom,
The dignity of man,
Look out for rubber bullets,
The Army's latest plan.

Rubber bullets for the ladies,
Catch them in a CS can,
Three inches wide, six inches long,
Take it home to your old man,
It's an instrument of torture
To break your legs in two,
It'll stop you feeling lonely,
But leave you black and blue.

If your family's going hungry,
Curfew needn't break your heart,
The Army's solved your problem,
You can bake a rubber tart,
When you're under house arrest,
And your nerves are getting frayed,
The prescription's rubber bullets
Fired from underneath the bed.

Rubber bullets for the ladies,
Catch them in a CS can,
Three inches wide, six inches long,
Take it home to your old man,
It's an instrument of torture
To break your legs in two,
It'll stop you feeling lonely,
But leave you black and blue.

Don't forget the highway code
When crossing of the street,
A bullet doing ninety
Could leave you obsolete,
Watch when stepping off the kerb,
I'm being quite sincere,
A bullet in the proper place
Could leave you feeling queer.

Rubber bullets for the ladies,
Catch them in a CS can,
Three inches wide, six inches long,
Take it home to your old man,
It's an instrument of torture
To break your legs in two,
It'll stop you feeling lonely,
But leave you black and blue.

When a soldier says he loves you
Behind the barricade,
Look out for rubber bullets
And grab his red cockade,
The bullet's meant to stun you,
Be careful how you bend,
If it breaks a leg or two,
The Army's sure to comprehend.

Rubber bullets for the ladies,
Catch them in a CS can,
Three inches wide, six inches long,
Take it home to your old man,
It's an instrument of torture
To break your legs in two,
It'll stop you feeling lonely,
But leave you black and blue.


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