hear the snarling of the Minotaur somewhere in the maze.
George Ward you were smart, you acted so splendid,
penned down in your own half how well you defended.
All we wanted was a union to which we could belong,
even in Strasbourg they said you were wrong.
You had the careful backing of the Freedom Association,
upholding traditions of a proud nation.
Proud nation?
Look out for the sniper at the gates of prosperity,
and the sign saying 'beware; rich man's territory'.
Little sister gets involved in the oldest profession,
Father devours her ice cold confession.
Is the palace aware of this retrograde movement?
perhaps a public show would make an improvement.
Yes, announce a wedding to incite some celebrations,
remind them they belong to a proud nation.
Proud nation?
Apprehensive ears greet saloon bar laughter,
but will they raise a smile the morning after?
when collapsing clouds unveil a sober sun
will they crick their necks to the loaded gun?
There's no shame in admitting you made a mistake,
so admit it now before it's too late.
whilst there's still time and you've got an occupation.
Ask yourself; how was this ever a proud nation.
Proud nation?
Like an ode of platitude that the proles just ignore,
it's destined to failure because they've heard it all before.
In the guise of a lecture, a vow or a pledge,
like a suicide stalker perched high on a ledge.
In a trance we go forth on a Monday morning,
dodging the volley of abuse like a personal warning.
Retiring into our shells like some cryptic crustacean,
was this really once a proud nation.
Proud nation?
Capability Red 1981
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