30-Year War

It's the longest running joke in history To kill the working classes in the name of liberty The lies of Hillsborough, the blood of Orgreave All the evasion at the BBC 30 years of war to darken all our class Black propaganda, lies and mistrust See it in our eyes, the fire dimming away The old boy network won the war again The old boy network won the war again The old boy network won the war again So you hide all Lowry's paintings For thirty years or more 'Cause he turned down a knighthood And you must now settle the score And the endless parade of old, Etonian scum Line the front benches, "So what is to be done?" All part of the same establishment I ask you again, "What is to be done?" I ask you again, "What is to be done?" I ask you again, "What is to be done?" These verses at attention stand Ready for the immortal command The armies of my pages may never fight again Happy for the order to meet eternal fame Blame the poor, praise the rich Make the connections, put them in print Keep 'em boxed in, keep 'em kettled in Create a mistruth, so bewildering Create a mistruth, so bewildering Create a mistruth, so bewildering So you hide all Lowry's paintings For thirty years or more 'Cause he turned down a knighthood And you must now settle the score And the endless parade of old, Etonian scum Line the front benches, "So what is to be done?" All part of the same establishment I ask you again, "What is to be done?" I ask you again, "What is to be done?" I ask you again, "What is to be done?" So you hide all Lowry's paintings For thirty years or more 'Cause he turned down a knighthood And you must now settle the score And the endless parade of old, Etonian scum Line the front benches, "So what is to be done?" All part of the same establishment I ask you again, "What is to be done?" I ask you again, "What is to be done?" I ask you again, "What is to be done?"