War Crimes

The red's turned to purple
It's a sign of the times
The ones you trusted don't care
For the 60,000 lives
They're hiding in the confines
Of the western world
They don't see the landmines
They just reap the pearls

They sit on their benches
Watch the world go by
See the weekly protests
Let the people die
Oh my

Your money's dirty and so is mine
Great British taxes funding war crimes
Your money's gonna pay for a life
Your money's dirty
Now so is mine
Mine

The Sir of starving children
You don't suit the colour red
It's painted on your fingers
Every hand you shake you spread
The blood of someone's daughter
The life she could've had
It's not human slaughter
If it's second hand

They sit on their benches
Watch the world go by
See the weekly protests
Let the people die
Oh my

Your money's dirty and so is mine
Great British taxes funding war crimes
Your money's gonna pay for a life
Your money's dirty
Now so is mine
Now so is mine

You're the best of a bad bad bunch
That doesn't make you the people's heroes
You've enabled a cold blood killer
Anything just to add more zeroes

But that money's dirty and so is mine
Great British taxes funding war crimes
Your money's gonna pay for a life
Your money's dirty
Now so is mine
Now so is mine
Now so is mine