There's nothing new

In this sad story

The slaughter of innocence

Without glory

At the foot of your hill

Without warning

The centre of operations

They attack in the morning



Now you can lie

Like a lame before them

You can dance in the dawn

You can even ignore them

But with your skin on file

There's no escape

P.C. Keen's got the snap shots

And he knows your face



And the press will declare

That you're all mad and insane

And you'll be accused

Of not playing the game



You'll stand in the court

And declare your bravery

For fighting all this

That brings us all slavery

But they won't even see you

hey won't even hear you

Because you are the truth

So nothing can save you



And the southern intelligence unit will say:

'Thanks to you P.C. Keen

You've saved the day'