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Eton Mess

from Saintland by The Starling Radicals

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"To pay tribute to the first prime minister deputed by female gender? Ok… But a woman? Not on my terms…" - Glenda Jackson MP

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You there, boy, show me your hands
Have you washed today, young Snow?
"Yes Akela, matron, Mother Maggie, to the bone
Behind the ears and everything, we're all as good as gold
And Nick and David both agree our soul to you is sold"


My dear boy, I'll die one day
And you will speak to them for me
And tell them how I taught them all
To want to be like you and me

They'll wear their glittered stetson hats
And throw their parties in the streets
But they'll never understand
How bloody hard I had to be


You'd take away a child's choice and make him go to school
Like silencing a people's voice so one less mob to rule
I let them keep their silly games, I let them sing their songs
So it would never cross their minds that all the rest was gone


I won my islands in the sun
For all the sons I cast away
And dug a home for all who asked
So they could live with their mistakes

A woman walks a thin red line
Between the beauty and the bitch
But I am not a woman, John
And they will burn me as a witch


So take a look, you naughty boys, but naught's between my legs
The death of the indigenous was nurtured at my breast
There's nothing left to purchase, poison, govern or address
But the broken and the beaten forced to eat this Eton mess

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from Saintland, released August 1, 2014

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Indie rock trio from South Wales.

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