The Little Drummer Boy
I’m the Minister for Justice in a proud divided land
I’m surrounded by rebellion, discontent on every hand.
You can see it in men’s faces as they draw their weekly dole
with their eyes as bleak as bullets and black murder in their soul.
(chorus)
So it’s time to blind the ferryman and break the piper’s hands
and lock up all the singers that the people understand
for there’s a dangerous wind a blowing through this sad divided land
It’s time to kill the little Drummer Boy.
For the poets and the singers are like the drummer boys of yore
they’re the ones help raise the banners and lead foolish men to war.
Little boys in scarlet uniforms who keep the troops in step
up to the muzzles of the cannon on that one way walk to death.
It doesn’t matter whose in power at any given time
if you want freedom and democracy, you have to toe the line.
The poor are always with us, upon that we’re all agreed
and the sooner they realise it then the happier they’ll be.
So I’m theMinister for Justice in a proud divided land
I’m surrounded by rebellion, discontent on every hand.
I’ll have to bring in stricter laws, I’ll have to make it wrong
to forge rebellion in poetry and weaponry in song.