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An artist paints a picture

Of a battlefield after war,

Misplaced limbs, the stench of corpses,

Yet our Leaders seek for more,

Hung in a gallery a portrait to notice

But not to admire

A portrait unleashing the hatred

Of our leaders war desire

Treading Underfoot

They're treading underfoot

Treading Underfoot

They're treading underfoot

An artist paints a picture

Of our leaders in England,

Misplaced minds, the stench of deception,

Yet they still stay in command,

Hung in a gallery a portrait to notice,

A Portrait to hate,

A portrait containing the misery

Of our declining, governing state,

Treading Underfoot

They're treading underfoot

Treading Underfoot

They're treading underfoot

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Treading Underfoot

They're treading underfoot

Treading Underfoot

They're treading underfoot

Now he paints a picture cos

he's dead like all the rest,

The paintings are worth thousands,

He must have ranked amongst the best,

The Government tried to ban them

And we what for,

So stand and speak your mind

cos we don't want their war

Treading Underfoot

They're treading underfoot

Treading Underfoot

They're treading underfoot