Sheepfarming In The Falklands Lyrics - Crass

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands 

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming 

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands 

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming 

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands 

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming 

Fuck off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun 

Big man's jerk off dreamland, looking down the barrel of a gun 

Friggin' in the riggin' another imperialist farce 

Another page of British history to wipe the national arse 

The royals donated Prince Andrew as a show of their support 

Was it just luck the only ship that wasn't struck was the one on which he fought? 

Three cheers for good old Andy, let's take a pic for his mum 

And stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal album 

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands 

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming 

Onward Thatcher's soldiers, it's your job to fight... 

"And, you know, I don't really give a toss if the cause is wrong or right, 

My political neck means more to me than the lives of a thousand men, 

If I felt it might be of use to me I'd do it all over again. 

The Falklands was really a coverup job to obscured the mistakes I've made, 

And you know I think gamble I took could certainly be said to have paid. 

With unemployment at an all-time high and the country falling apart 

I, Winston Thatcher, reign supreme in this great nations' heart." 

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands 

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming 

While the men who fought her battles are still expected to suffer 

Thatcher proves in parliament that she's just a fucking nutter 

The iron lady's proved her metal, has struck with her fist of steel 

Has proved that a heart that is made out of lead is a heart that doesn't feel 

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands 

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming 

Now Thatcher says... "Oh raunchy Ron, we've fought our war 

Now it's your turn to prove yourself in El Salvador 

I've employed Micheal Heseltine to deal with P.R. 

He's an absolute prick, but a media star 

He'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile plan 

Then at last I'll have a penis just like every other man 

They can call it penis envy, but they'll pay the price for it... 

But the peasants are hungry Mags, "Let them eat shit" 

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands 

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming 

Who the fuck cares, we're all having fun? 

Mums and dads happy as their kids play with guns 

The media loved it, when all's said and done... 

"Britain's bulldog's off the leash" said the Sun 

As the Argies and Brits got crippled or died 

The bulldog turned around and crapped in our eyes. 

Brit wit, hypocrite, don't you yet realise 

You're not playing with toys, you're playing with lives... 

You piss straight up in your self-righteous rage 

Wilfs, goms and gimps in the nuclear age 

Four minute warning, what a shock, 

Well balls to you rocket cock 

You're old and you're ill and you're soon going to die 

You've got nothing to lose if you fill up the skies 

You'd take us all with you, yeah, it's tough at the top 

You slop bucket, shit filled, puss ridden, death pimp snot..YAH FUCK