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 to 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 to 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.