man of
the mo ment is the idol of the left
He prophesies his torment and the country's
rising dead
The telegram goes silent after
the mention of his name
The morning star won't go too far and hides
its head in shame
Stop putting words into my mouth,
there's no room for anymore
I take a plane and I'll go down south to
lose myself in someone else's war
For ward with
Britain, forward with the scum
The last bit of enlightenment's on the front
page of the sun
Every picture tells a story,
and the eternity shines
The man from any glory will be echoed through
the land
Stop putting words to my mouth,
there's no room for anymore
I take a brain and I'll go on without self,
to lose myself in someone else's war
War in
Southern
Africa, war in the
Middle
East
The writers and photographers go like vampires
to the feast
Captains take time out to court,
and his soldiers die and grow
To the mind of reading hordes how good
it is to be at home
Stop putting words into my mouth,
there's no room for any more
I take a plane and I go down south to lose myself in someone
else's world
You
you