Lirieke:
Billy Bragg Mr Love Justice

Well, the fields belong to the farmers And the forests belong to the king These days our pleasures are all behind fences We have to pay for everything

home From wherever they may be Come on and sing their souls back home The wind blew and the birds, they flew And they scattered everybody wide Gathered up their loved

The policemen broke my door down Dragged me from my bed I asked them what was happening They just ignored the words I said They waved their guns in my

Whisper under my breath, say a little prayer Same as I do every time, I step into the sun's bright glare I am just a farm boy, lived up on the hill Wanted

Take the M for me and the Y for you Out of family and it all falls through We've got to love each other every day Instead of hoping it might stay that

If you want to make the weather Then you have to take the blame If sometimes dark clouds fill the sky And it starts to rain, folks complain And though