They talked to the sister the father and the mother. With a microphone in one hand. and a chequebook in the other. And the camera noses in to the tears on her face. The tears on her face. The tears on her face. You can put them back together with your paper and paste. Stick out your tongue. Drink down the venom. She sleeps with the shirt of a late great country singer. Stretched out upon her poor jealous husband's pillow. In time you can turn these obsessions into careers. While the parents of those kidnapped children. start the bidding for their tears. What would you say?. What would you do?. Children and animals two by two. Give me the needle. Give me the rope. We're going to melt them down for pills and soap. Four and twenty crowbars jemmy your desire. Out of the frying pan into the fire. The king is in the counting house. Some folk have all the might. And majesty will run on Bombay Gin and German spite. They come from lovely people. (They come from lovely people). With a hard line in hypocrisy. There are tears of mediocrity. For the fag ends of the aristocracy. What would you say?. What would you do?. Children and animals two by two. Give me the needle. Give me the rope. We're going to melt them down for pills and soap. Stick out your tongue. Stick out your tongue. Drink down the venom. The sugar-coated pill is getting bitterer still. You think your country needs you but you know it never will. So pack up your troubles in a stolen handbag. Don't dilly dally boys rally 'round the flag. Give us our daily bread in individual slices. And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis. What would you say?. What would you do?. (Did you find out how to lie?). Children and animals two by two. (Did you find out how to cheat?). Give me the needle. (The elite bleat they're obsolete). We're going to melt them down. Stick out your tongue. (We're going to melt them down for pills and soap). Now if you'd only genuflect. Stick out your tongue. Now if you'd only genuflect. Stick out your tongue