The natives are restless tonight, sir

Cooped up on estates with no hope in sight

They need some kind of distraction

We can give them that

'Cause they'd kill if they only had something to kill for

They'd die if they only had something to die for

They'd cheer if they only had something to cheer for

We can give them that

So it's off to war we go (I couldn't believe it)

Bring out all the flags (I never believed it)

Fight the good fight



It's working like a dream, sir

Half the nation are hooked on the bait

Waiting for the next victorious instalment

We can give them that

'Cause it's no surprise that young men are heroes

It's no surprise that young men are strong

It's no surprise that young men are foolish

We've known that all along

Exciting pictures on News at Ten (I couldn't believe it)

Read all the crap on all the front pages (I never believed it)

Fight the good fight



Chorus:

Dead men in the South Atlantic

It's meant to warm our hearts

They think that they died for you and me

Oh God, what a farce, what a farce



And now it's the repeats

Plugging the Falklands and the Falklands' spirit

Show the pictures again and again

Till the next war comes around

'Cause we'll kill if we only have something to kill for

We'll die if we only have something to die for

We'll cheer if we only have something to cheer for

That is worthy of the name

Oh yes the next war (I never believed it)

See the propaganda in TV fiction (I never believed it)

Enemies with horns and tails



Chorus:

There are dead men in the South Atlantic

It's meant to warm our hearts

They think that they died for you and me