For liberty there is a cost — its broken skulls and leather cosh,
From the boys in uniform — now you know whose side their on —
With backing — with blessing,
From earthly gods not heaven,
A stones throw away from it all.
Whatever pleasures those who get — from stripping skin with rhino whip,
Are the kind that must be stopped — before their kind take all we’ve got —
With loving — with caring,
They take great pride in working,
The stones throw away from it all.
Whenever honesty persists — you’ll hear the snap of broken ribs,
Of anyone who’ll take no more — of the lying bastards roar —
In Chile — In Poland,
Johannesburg — South Yorkshire,
A stones throw away: Now we’re there.