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They talk to the sister the father and the mother
With a microphone in one hand and a checkbook in the other
And the camera noses in on 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
But you can't put them back together
You can't put them back together
What would you say, what would you do?
Children and animals, two by two
Give me the needle give me the rope
We're gonna melt them down to pills and soap
Four and twenty crowbars jammy your desire
Out of the frying pan, into the fire
The king is in the counting house, some folk have all the luck
And all we get is pictures of Lord and Lady Muck
They come from lovely people, with their hardline and hypocrisy
There are ashtrays of emotion 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 gonna melt them down for pills and soap.
Give me the needle
Give me the rope
The sugar-coated pill is getting bitterer still
You think your country needs you, but you know it never will
So pack up yer 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?
Children and animals, two by two
Give me the needle give me the rope
We're gonna melt them down for pills and soap
Give me the needle
Give me the rope
We are going
To melt them down
For
Pills
And
Soap
With a microphone in one hand and a checkbook in the other
And the camera noses in on 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
But you can't put them back together
You can't put them back together
Children and animals, two by two
Give me the needle give me the rope
We're gonna melt them down to pills and soap
Out of the frying pan, into the fire
The king is in the counting house, some folk have all the luck
And all we get is pictures of Lord and Lady Muck
They come from lovely people, with their hardline and hypocrisy
There are ashtrays of emotion for the fag ends of the aristocracy
Children and animals, two by two
Give me the needle give me the rope
We're gonna melt them down for pills and soap.
Give me the rope
You think your country needs you, but you know it never will
So pack up yer 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
Children and animals, two by two
Give me the needle give me the rope
We're gonna melt them down for pills and soap
Give me the rope
We are going
To melt them down
For
Pills
And
Soap
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A veiled comment on the nationalistic fervor that gripped the British media at the time of the ill-conceived Falklands War. To paraphrase Costello: it uses the image of governments abusing people the way people abuse animals.
the Lord and Lady Muck we get pictures of is, I'm pretty sure, Princes Charles and Diana. Furthermore, isn't it scary how this could apply to England today just as well as it did in in the early '80's, 25-odd years and nothing has changed, we've even got a chunk of the same people in the government again!
about a confused young man unsure of his identity and purpose tempted to do the needle and rope.