1984 Lyrics - New Model Army

The vans they come in convoys now, stealing through the dawn 

Silent in the countryside in the hills up to the north 

There's road blocks on the Meden bridge 

There's click, click clicking on the phone 

They're sealing off our villages, sealing off our homes 

This ain't some tin-pot story arriving from a distant shore 

But our own sweet, green and pleasant land in 1984 

Her father crossed the battle lines in the first months of the war 

She frowns down at the soup kitchen - she doesn't have a father anymore 

It's cold in the early mornings, standing with your mates 

Staring at the thick blue line armed and ready at the gates 

This ain't some tin-pot story arriving from a distant shore 

But our own sweet, green and pleasant land in 1984 

The servants of our great nation 

Have lied in the name of us all 

While the officers of peace and order 

Are busy breaking every law 

There's hundreds on trumped-up charges 

Hundreds on the streets 

The future of our villages 

Sown with bitter seeds 

And hatred starts to rumble where there was no hate before 

In our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984 

Nobody wanted to see the blood 

As the blue lights flash through in the night 

But all the words fell on deaf ears 

And now the blind frustration bites 

Two nations under one crown divided more and more 

In our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984