A Stones Throw Away

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.