From the dreams on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bilston Glen
From the Clydeside that rusts from the tears of its broken men
From the realisation that all we've been left behind
Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line
(Slàinte Mhath - Marillion)
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public wants what the public gets
But I don't get what this society wants
(Going Underground - The Jam)