Tell me true, tell me why was Jesus crucified?
Was it for this that daddy died?
Was it you? Was it me? Did I watch too much TV?
Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?
If it wasn't for the nips being so good at building ships
The yards would still be open on the clyde
And it can't be much fun for them beneath the rising sun
With all their kids committing scuicide
What have we done? Oh Maggie, what have we done?
What have we done? To England?
Should we shout? Should we scream?
What happened to the Post War Dream?
Oh, Maggie, Maggie what have we done?
Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape.
When I was their age all the lights went out.
There was no time to whine or mope about.
And even now part of me flies over
Dresden at angels one five.
Though they'll never fathom it begind my
Sarcasm desperate memories lie.
Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good.
'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you.
And there is something that I've locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day.
When we came back from the war the banners and
Flags hung on everyone's door.
We danced and we sang in the street and
The church bells rang.
But burning in my heart
My memory smolders on
Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.
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