Two minutes silence for the dead
Two minutes more for the dying
But no silence at all for those still to fall
Until the Widowmaker hears the children crying
When the arms day parade comes around again
You'll see a woman with a veil standing back behind the men
In the bonniest of black she is dressed
With a flander's poppy pinned upon her breast
And as the broad blades they wave for the honor of the brave
You'll remember that you've seen her at the site of every grave
Of every soldier lad who never knew
the last kiss he gave would touch her lips
And that she's always held their lives in her grip
Two minutes silence for the dead
Two minutes more for the dying
But no silence at all for those still to fall
Until the Widowmaker hears the children crying
She was there when the bayonet was made
She was there at the sharpening of every axe and blade
She's thrilled to see the arrows in the sun
She has smiled upon the forging of the gun
Her lust is for the strong, her scorn for the weak
Her laughter's for the prayer that begs the turning of the cheek
But she knows she'll always lie in
the bed of those who seek forevermore
To cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war
Two minutes silence for the dead
Two minutes more for the dying
But no silence at all for those still to fall
Until the Widowmaker hears the children crying
Geordi sings along the banks of the Tang
Geordi's got a job on a fine production line
No mention of the wounded or the dead
‘Cause Geordi's got to keep his family fed
And Geordi's tanks they roll along
between two men both young and strong
Each man is certain the other man is wrong
And the Widowmaker sings them both a line of Geordi's song as they die
With the words Made In Britain in their irons
Two minutes silence for the dead
Two minutes more for the dying
But no silence at all for those still to fall
Until the Widowmaker hears the children crying
In you's a certificate for sale.
The Widowmaker swears the system never fails
No bullet or bomb can ever go
To corrupt or undemocratic foes
But when the tracer bullets fly accross the wrong jungle sky
‘Cause the papers have been forged and the ministers have lied
She'll lead you to the battlefield
to see the real end-users lying there
You can ask the dead and dying if they care
Two minutes silence for the dead
Two minutes more for the dying
But no silence at all for those still to fall
Until the Widowmaker hears the children crying
Come, all you politicians are you blind
Or does the sight of crippled children not affect a crippled mind
Is it easy not to see that people die
With the Widowmaker's hands across your eyes
And as the soldier laddies stand to the anthem of their lands
Waiting for their orders with their rifles in their hands
She smiles even colder as she whispers her command in their ear
And the rustle of the money's all you hear
Two minutes silence for the dead
Two minutes more for the dying
But no silence at all for those still to fall
Until the Widowmaker hears the children crying
But no silence at all for those still to fall

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