In the hemisphere of hypothesis
A simple sort of chap can get down on his knees
No linguist can decipher the strange aching tone
So it's straight together to the tower we march
Our eyes all reddened and our tinsils are parched
Faded banners bearing slogans of peace
As a decadent loser assures our release
And in the Indies, in the Andes, in Zimbabwe, and in Asia
There is blood
As conditions on an island look bleak
The rich and the strong crush the poor and the weak
When the money's gone and you're out of grace
Do you seek comfort in a violent embrace
So to the parliament together we'll run
Now the laws of the land can be changed by a gun
The gentry of old with their feudal tradition
Are sitting0duck targets for live ammunition
And in the ghetto, in the front line, in the police force, in West-minster
When the talking's abandoned
There always is blood
A man can be walking alone down the road
As the rockets and mortars in Bahrein explode
In the corner a gaggle of whispering heads
That bastard looks weird, let's go slice him to shreads
So they came up behind and lifted his scarf
He didn't turn round, but pretended to laugh
Shoved the knife into the base of his spine
They twisted it round 'til the blood flowed like wine
And on the corner, in the bedroom, in your localc, in the class room
In the most domestic affair, there is blood
In the whipping, in the beating, in the sordid board room meeting,
In the most intellectual crisis there is blood
But we're conditioned, stuff your welfare,
Don't need no sympathy, no education,
We're the new superhumans and now we want blood
