After 11 days at sea
Convincing myself I am
The reincarnation of José Marti
My boys and me
Will take the hands of every nation
And set them free
We will set you free
Where you wrote us off
We picked up the pen
Now every chapter starts and ends
With the deaths of all your friends
So as we descend
Side by side into the sand
We'll take the devil by the hands
And crush them down to dust, to dust
Now won't you call my name
And wear my looks on your weary face?
There's no interventionist, traitor or thief
There's no forgiveness and there's no mercy
Now come on, believe in me again
From the streets of Cambridge
To a sticky end
What happens next, well that really all depends
On all the letters that you send
Written in Conway Stewart Dandy pen
With parliamentary letterhead
I just can't bring myself to defend
When you're all tied up in industry
With railway sleepers and burning trees
And no such thing as bad publicity
There's no forgiveness and there's no mercy