The Men They Couldn't Hang - Rabid Underdog lyrics

We left our aching hearts On that lonely pebbled shore In the cold sea breath And the light of the winters sun I'll see you when we're both A wee bit older To drink and boast the things I've never done, A chemical plant belching Sulphur over France Like Trostre and Port Talbot Works back home And were all the girls bowled over, By the handsome dashing soldiers Who took an early bath at the Somme? I never dreamt of home In the bars of Amsterdam My head was wild in the light Of the winters sun I was stoned out of my face, And at one with the human race In the company of policemen Armed with guns Stop the people's dance The proles and paupers dance From the Berlin wall To the battlefields of France All good people hide your shame, For you know who takes the blame Tommorrow they won't get another chance Squandered all my guilders, And my deutchmarks I had none In Zurich I was milked Of all my Francs A timbered bar I staggered in, By the wall in West Berlin The barman looks and shoots A steely glance "Are you a friend Of the British Government?" I proudly reply "Not a chance!" Das is good he says with cheer, And fills me up with beer Tonight we're going to celebrate the dance!