They talked to the sister, the father and the mother
  With a microphone in one hand and a chequebook in the other
  AND THE CAMERA NOSES IN TO THE TEARS ON HER FACE
  The tears on her face
  The tears on her face
  You can put them back together with your paper and paste
  But you can't put them back together
  You can't put them back together
  What would you say?
  What would you do?
  Children and animals two by two
  Give me the needle
  Give me the rope
  We're going to melt them down for PILLS AND SOAP
  Give me the needle
  Give me the rope
  We're going to melt them down for pills and soap
  
  Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire
  Out of the frying pan into the fire
  The king is in the counting house
  Some folk have all the luck
  And all we get are pictures of LORD AND LADY MUCK
  They come from lovely people with a hard line in hypocrisy
  THERE ARE ASHTRAYS OF EMOTION FOR THE FAG ENDS OF THE ARISTOCRACY
  
  The sugar coated pill is getting bitterer still
  YOU THINK YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU BUT YOU KNOW IT NEVER WILL
  So pack up your troubles in a stolen handbag
  DON'T DILLY DALLY BOYS RALLY ROUND THE FLAG
  Give us your daily bread in individual slices
  And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis