The vans they come in convoys now Stealing through the dawn
Silent in the countryside In the hills up to the north
There's road blocks on the Meden bridge There's click
click clicking on the phone They're sealing off our
villages Sealing off our homes Her father crossed the battle
lines In the first months of the war She frowns down at the soup
kitchen She doesn't have a father anymore It's cold in
the early mornings Standing with your mates Staring at the thick
blue line Armed and ready at the gates This ain't some
tinpot story arriving from a distant shore But our own sweet
green and pleasant land in 1984 The servants of our great nation
Have lied in the name of us all While the officers of peace and
order Are busy breaking every law There's hundreds on the
trumped-up charges Hundreds on the streets The future of our
villages Sown with bitter seeds And hatred starts to rumble
where there was no hate before In our own sweet green and
pleasant land in 1984 Nobody wanted to see the blood As the blue
lights flash through the night But all the words fell on deaf
ears And now the blind frustration bites Two nations under one
crown divided more and more In our own sweet green and pleasant
land in 1984
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