The Style Council…
A Stone’s Throw Away
For liberty there is a cost — it’s broken skull and leather cosh,
From the boys in uniform — now you know whose side they’re on —
With backing – with blessing,
From earthly gods not heaven,
A stone’s throw away from it all.
Whatever pleasures those who get — from stripping skin with rhino whip,
Are the kind that must be stopped — before their kind take all we’ve got —
With loving – with caring,
They take great pride in working,
The stone’s throw away from it all.
Whenever honesty persists — you’ll hear the snap of broken ribs,
Of anyone who’ll take no more — of the lying bastard’s roar —
In Chile — in Poland,
Johannesburg — South Yorkshire,
A stone’s throw away: Now we’re there.
