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Knife

de New Model Army

The vans they come in convoys now
Stealing through the dawn
Silent in the countryside
In the hills up to the north
There's road blocks on the Meden bridge
There's click click clicking on the phone
They're sealing off our villages
Sealing off our homes

Her father crossed the battle lines
In the first months of the war
She frowns down at the soup kitchen
She doesn't have a father anymore
It's cold in the early mornings
Standing with your mates
Staring at the thick blue line
Armed and ready at the gates

This ain't some tinpot story arriving from a distant shore
But our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984

The servants of our great nation
Have lied in the name of us all
While the officers of peace and order
Are busy breaking every law
There's hundreds on the trumped-up charges
Hundreds on the streets
The future of our villages
Sown with bitter seeds

And hatred starts to rumble where there was no hate before
In our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984

Nobody wanted to see the blood
As the blue lights flash through the night
But all the words fell on deaf ears
And now the blind frustration bites

Two nations under one crown divided more and more
In our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984

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