Margaret Thatcher Lyrics By Christy Moore
She placed her hand upon the lieutenant's shoulder
Honoured him for his attack upon Goose Green Whispered in the ear of the ship's captain Who scuppered the Belgrano and one thousand men from Argentine The beast that she let loose upon the Falklands Stalks from Stamford Bridge to bark around Brick Lau! Sink the Argies was the war cry in the Eighties It will come back to haunt us all again Her hand held the key that locked the prison Where Carol Richardson lay innocent of crime Teenage woman fitted up and pronounced guilty Lady Thatcher simply let her do her time Loved, revered and toasted by her cronies As they smiled upon the spoils of her regime Suave sophisticated guiltless criminals At her beck and call time and again Her handiwork wreaked havoc on the Mersey Brought hunger onto Teeside and the Tyne There was ten per cent employment in the Bogside Five per cent in Ballymurphy and Ardoyne From these wastelands she created Young men coaxed into regiments to train To maim, to kill, live out her murderous fantasies And carry out her orders on Goose Green |
Thatcher's work is still clear to be seen on both sides of the Irish Sea.
The greed that prevailed in the British economy during her reign is still at large as the monstrous Celtic Tiger runs riot around this island. The cities are marked by a sky lined with cranes, while out in rural parts many are demented by the grant culture. It's as if the illness that was rampant in the City Of London has traveled like rabies in all directions, more, more for me and f,,, the sick and needy. When I say her recently take tea with Pinochet and laud him for his support during the Falklands War, I thought that perhaps the poor lady might be totally mad. But that would be to trivialize her absolute danger to us all. I sense her spirit in Garvaghy Road, Brick Lane, Soho, Hungerford, Harrods and anywhere greed is seen to be good or violence the answer, Christy Moore |