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Sheep farming in the Falklands, in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her forces are coming
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
Fucking in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Sheep in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming

Fuck off to the for your sea-faring fun
Big man's off dreamland, looking down the barrel of a gun
Friggin' in the another imperialist farce
Another page of British history to the national arse
The royals donated Prince Andrew as a of their support
Was it just luck the only ship that struck was the one on which he fought?
Three for good old Andy, let's take a pic for his mum
And stick it up the royal, it up the royal, stick it up the royal album

Sheep in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's are coming

Onward soldiers, it's your job to fight...
"And, you know, I don't really give a if the cause is wrong or right,
My political neck means more to me than the lives of a men,
If I felt it be of use to me I'd do it all over again.
The Falklands was really a coverup job to obscured the I've made,
And you know I think gamble I took could certainly be said to paid.
unemployment at an all-time high and the country falling apart
I, Winston Thatcher, supreme in this great nations' heart."

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her forces are coming

While the men who her battles are still expected to suffer
Thatcher proves in that she's just a fucking nutter
The iron lady's proved her metal, has struck with her fist of
Has that a heart that is made out of lead is a heart that doesn't feel

Sheep farming in the Falklands, in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her forces are coming

Now Thatcher says... "Oh raunchy Ron, we've our war
Now it's your turn to yourself in El Salvador
I've employed Heseltine to deal with P.R.
He's an absolute prick, but a media
advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile plan
Then at last I'll have a penis just like other man
They can it penis envy, but they'll pay the price for it...
But the peasants are Mags, "Let them eat shit"

Sheep in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's are coming

Who the cares, we're all having fun?
Mums and dads happy as their kids with guns
The media it, when all's said and done...
"Britain's off the leash" said the Sun
As the Argies and Brits got or died
The turned around and crapped in our eyes.
Brit wit, hypocrite, you yet realise
You're not playing with toys, you're playing lives...
You piss straight up in self-righteous rage
Wilfs, goms and in the nuclear age
minute warning, what a shock,
Well to you rocket cock
You're old and you're ill and you're going to die
You've got to lose if you fill up the skies
You'd take us all you, yeah, it's tough at the top
You slop bucket, filled, puss ridden, death pimp snot..YAH FUCK