Tramp The Dirt Down (Demo) Songtext / Lyric

I saw a newspaper picture

From the political campaign

A woman was kissin' a child

Who was obviously in pain



She spills with compassion

As that young child's face in her hands she grips

Can you imagine all that greed

And avarice coming down on that child's lips?



Well I hope I don't die too soon

I pray the Lord my soul to save

Yes, I'll be a good boy

I'm trying so hard to behave



Because there's one thing I know

I'd like to live long enough to savour



That's when they finally put you in the ground

I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down






When England was the whore of the world

Margaret was her madam

And the future looked as bright and as clear

As the black tarmacadam



Well I hope that she sleeps well at night

Isn't haunted by every tiny detail

'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands

All she thought of was betrayal



And now the cynical ones

Say that it all ends the same in the long run

Try telling that to the desperate father

Who just squeezed the life from his only son



And how it's only voices in your head

And dreams you never dreamt

Try telling him the subtle difference

Between justice and contempt



Try telling me she isn't angry

With this pitiful discontent

When they flaunt it in your face

As you line up for punishment



And then expect you to say "Thank you"

Straighten up, look proud and pleased

Because you've only got the symptoms

You haven't got the whole disease



Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can

Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain

Try telling that to the boys on both sides

Being blown to bits or beaten and maimed



Who takes all the glory and none of the shame



Well I hope you live long now

I pray the lord your soul to keep

I think I'll be going before

We fold our arms and start to weep



I never thought for a moment

That human life could be so cheap



'Cos when they finally put you in the ground

They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down