If you go down with this ship
I will salute you from the shore
But there's no confidence in my eye, kid;
There's no winning.
And don't believe the history
Cos there's no love song in a war
Unless love is a booty
In your best friend.
And there's a poem in your mouth
But you won't ever let it out
Yes, t'is, so make sure t' move out
To the country.
But don't you waste your time
Painting the handle of a gun
Because your colours will be shown
When you are fighting.
And there's a kid my age
Who died today.
So take the gold off your gate
Because property is hate
If it's their blood on your estates
If it's their kid that you take -
Now mama, I'm singing
For your mistakes.
I will salute you from the shore
But there's no confidence in my eye, kid;
There's no winning.
And don't believe the history
Cos there's no love song in a war
Unless love is a booty
In your best friend.
And there's a poem in your mouth
But you won't ever let it out
Yes, t'is, so make sure t' move out
To the country.
But don't you waste your time
Painting the handle of a gun
Because your colours will be shown
When you are fighting.
And there's a kid my age
Who died today.
So take the gold off your gate
Because property is hate
If it's their blood on your estates
If it's their kid that you take -
Now mama, I'm singing
For your mistakes.