bring them on

if we delay we might as well deny
all right and justice to the normal sort
we'll settle all their cases out of court
leaving them saddened under the bright sky
they cannot walk they cannot ever fly
they are not absent but they suffer tortbre
their ships will founder ere they reach the port
all of this happens because of one lie
our promise that our actions would be just
honour would flow like water down a vine
and decency at last would be restored
now every promise crumbles into dust
we can do nothing except moan and whine
and truth lies bleeding where she has been gored