They're saying Ronald Reagan was the Master Of Diplomacy
'Cos he ended the Cold War with only –Thatcher there to help him
They say he led the world in times that were more optimistic
I don't know about you but that is not how I remember it.
The constant crushing certainty of nuclear oblivion
Was ended by East Germans in Berlin not politicians
When warmongers seek credit for a peace they didn't want
They've one eye on the history books, the other's on the clock..
Well I was there and I will not forget
The fight for history begins the day – that Thatcher is dead.
The two-faced slip-on socialists who helped her stay in power
Are riding round in company cars charging a thousand pounds an hour
To reassure the wage slaves who think they're the wage slaves' masters
That they're modern and creative whilst behind the drums beat faster..
And we've all got to pretend that we now like Edwina Currie
And that Steven Norris wasn't a corrupt adulterous bully
All the smiling lying psychopaths we finally deposed
Are now creeping into reality TV and phone-in shows.
Well I was there and I will not forget
The fight for history begins the day – that Thatcher is dead.
Down in Soho all the preening pamphlet-headed peacocks
Try to make out it's iconic wearing Council-hair and pop-socks
And paint the Eighties as an age of decadence and glamour
As if the miners' strike, the poll tax and BSE never happened.
As if Section 28 was never passed into the law
As if Osama Bin Laden wasn't paid to fight our wars
As if the institutionalised weren't turned onto the streets
Into a new society they said did not exist
Well I was there and I will not forget
The fight for history begins the day – that Thatcher is dead
And if you think it's past and put to bed
You wait until the wave of lies the day – that Thatcher is dead
(That Thatcher is dead..)
We will fight for history on the day that Thatcher's dead
'Cos he ended the Cold War with only –Thatcher there to help him
They say he led the world in times that were more optimistic
I don't know about you but that is not how I remember it.
The constant crushing certainty of nuclear oblivion
Was ended by East Germans in Berlin not politicians
When warmongers seek credit for a peace they didn't want
They've one eye on the history books, the other's on the clock..
Well I was there and I will not forget
The fight for history begins the day – that Thatcher is dead.
The two-faced slip-on socialists who helped her stay in power
Are riding round in company cars charging a thousand pounds an hour
To reassure the wage slaves who think they're the wage slaves' masters
That they're modern and creative whilst behind the drums beat faster..
And we've all got to pretend that we now like Edwina Currie
And that Steven Norris wasn't a corrupt adulterous bully
All the smiling lying psychopaths we finally deposed
Are now creeping into reality TV and phone-in shows.
Well I was there and I will not forget
The fight for history begins the day – that Thatcher is dead.
Down in Soho all the preening pamphlet-headed peacocks
Try to make out it's iconic wearing Council-hair and pop-socks
And paint the Eighties as an age of decadence and glamour
As if the miners' strike, the poll tax and BSE never happened.
As if Section 28 was never passed into the law
As if Osama Bin Laden wasn't paid to fight our wars
As if the institutionalised weren't turned onto the streets
Into a new society they said did not exist
Well I was there and I will not forget
The fight for history begins the day – that Thatcher is dead
And if you think it's past and put to bed
You wait until the wave of lies the day – that Thatcher is dead
(That Thatcher is dead..)
We will fight for history on the day that Thatcher's dead
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