From the recording The Time Has Come
Lyrics
Someone said to me,
They met Mr Tony Blair
He had angels in his eyes
And terror in his hair
He asked me rather politely
Would you like my place in hell?
He asked me rather bluntly
Would you like my place in hell?
Would you like my place in hell?
Someone said to me
They met Mr Georgie Bush
He had a history to forget
But a brother he could trust
He asked me rather politely
Would you like my place in hell?
He asked me rather bluntly
Would you like my place in hell?
Would you like my place in hell?
Look at all the mothers
Look at all the fathers
Look at the children
They’re all dying because of you
They’re all dying because of you
Someone said to me
They met Mr Gordon Brown
He was somber, dour and grey
But acted like a clown
They asked me rather politely
Would you like our place in hell?
They asked me rather bluntly
Would you like our place in hell?
Would you like our place in hell?
And Cherie Blair with her expensive hair
It says a lot about
Their priorities
They bum their holidays from celebrities
Who would have thought
They were socialists
It’s all a charade
It’s all a game
You’re murderers
You like to kill
You will find your place in Hell
I hope you’re happy there
I hope you’re happy there