Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
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Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
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Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
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Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
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Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
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Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
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Fuck off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun
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Big man's jerk off dreamland, looking down the barrel of a gun
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Friggin' in the riggin' another imperialist farce
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Another page of British history to wipe the national arse
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The royals donated Prince Andrew as a show of their support
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Was it just luck the only ship that wasn't struck was the one on which he fought?
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Three cheers for good old Andy, let's take a pic for his mum
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And stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal album
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Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
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Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
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Onward Thatcher's soldiers, it's your job to fight...
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"And, you know, I don't really give a toss if the cause is wrong or right,
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My political neck means more to me than the lives of a thousand men,
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If I felt it might be of use to me I'd do it all over again.
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The Falklands was really a coverup job to obscured the mistakes I've made,
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And you know I think gamble I took could certainly be said to have paid.
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With unemployment at an all-time high and the country falling apart
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I, Winston Thatcher, reign supreme in this great nations' heart."
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Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
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Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
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While the men who fought her battles are still expected to suffer
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Thatcher proves in parliament that she's just a fucking nutter
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The iron lady's proved her metal, has struck with her fist of steel
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Has proved that a heart that is made out of lead is a heart that doesn't feel
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Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
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Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
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Now Thatcher says... "Oh raunchy Ron, we've fought our war
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Now it's your turn to prove yourself in El Salvador
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I've employed Micheal Heseltine to deal with P.R.
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He's an absolute prick, but a media star
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He'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile plan
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Then at last I'll have a penis just like every other man
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They can call it penis envy, but they'll pay the price for it...
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But the peasants are hungry Mags, "Let them eat shit"
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Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
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Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
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Who the fuck cares, we're all having fun?
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Mums and dads happy as their kids play with guns
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The media loved it, when all's said and done...
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"Britain's bulldog's off the leash" said the Sun
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As the Argies and Brits got crippled or died
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The bulldog turned around and crapped in our eyes.
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Brit wit, hypocrite, don't you yet realise
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You're not playing with toys, you're playing with lives...
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You piss straight up in your self-righteous rage
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Wilfs, goms and gimps in the nuclear age
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Four minute warning, what a shock,
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Well balls to you rocket cock
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You're old and you're ill and you're soon going to die
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You've got nothing to lose if you fill up the skies
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You'd take us all with you, yeah, it's tough at the top
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You slop bucket, shit filled, puss ridden, death pimp snot..YAH FUCK
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Sheepfarming in the Falklands
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