"Lisp Service" lyrics - ROBERT WYATT

Trouble isn't my middle name,
Left in peace would make my day.
You started the fire, not me,
Camouflaged in mystery.

Plundering, murdering,
Raiding coast to coast -
Good old days of gore,
And now you tell me
I should learn to deal with you all,
Bow to you and praise the Lords
For everything, everything
You won for us.
After all that was before,
There weren't no Amnesty International,
Nobody to check you.
Don't give me that "polis",
That "rule of law".