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  • Margareth Thatcher on TV
    Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
    It seems strange that she should be offended
    The same orders are given by her
    I've said this before now
    You said I was childish and you'll say it now
    \"Remember what I told you
    If they hated me they will hate you\"
    England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
    It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
    And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
    I don't want him to be aware that there's
    Any such thing as grieving
    Young mother down at Smithfield
    5 am, looking for food for her kids
    In her arms she holds three cold babies
    And the first word that they learned was \"please\"
    These are dangerous days
    To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
    \"Remember what I told you
    If you were of the world they would love you\"
    England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
    It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
    And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
    I don't want him to be aware that there's
    Any such thing as grieving.
  • Margareth Thatcher on TV
    Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
    It seems strange that she should be offended
    The same orders are given by her
    I've said this before now
    You said I was childish and you'll say it now
    \"Remember what I told you
    If they hated me they will hate you\"
    England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
    It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
    And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
    I don't want him to be aware that there's
    Any such thing as grieving
    Young mother down at Smithfield
    5 am, looking for food for her kids
    In her arms she holds three cold babies
    And the first word that they learned was \"please\"
    These are dangerous days
    To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
    \"Remember what I told you
    If you were of the world they would love you\"
    England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
    It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
    And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
    I don't want him to be aware that there's
    Any such thing as grieving.