歌词
Here's to you, the sceptic few
In the dark old days of '82
When a thousand corpses stoked an awful pyre
Here's to '84 and '5
When all our dreams took another dive
'Midst the jeers of Mammon and the howls of the Digger's choir
There were times I really thought
They'd all been conned and all been bought
Too much Chingford on the brain
And never going to think again
But it's a taxing time for Essex now...
And Tyler smiles, Tyler smiles
On an angry crowd stretching miles and miles
Six hundred years but the lesson wasn't learned
And Tyler smiles, Tyler smiles
Though a hail of bricks and stones and tiles
Now history rolls back, the worm has turned
Retribution earned
Tell me why it took so long
All these years we've sung this song
And will the spectre ever go away?
A hundred thousand garden gnomes
Outside a hundred thousand homes
Are 'standing on their own two feet' today
No strident tones now, just a whine
A hand picked bank clerk holds the line
The same song with a few new chords
For Albion's user-friendly hordes
A thornless rose is flopping in the breeze...
And Tyler smiles, Tyler smiles
Through the acid rain and the sheepdog trials -
Perhaps he never really went away
And Tyler smiles, Tyler smiles
On the village greens and the seven dials
There's still a bit of fight in us today
Tyler smiles ...
And if it's really over
And the swords turn into ploughshares
She'll go to Eastern Europe -
Oh, they really love her there
The fool Walesa and the iron curse...
And Tyler smiles, Tyler smiles
As Labour's leaders close their files
On 'Wat's his name?' from their own history
And Tyler smiles, Tyler smiles
On that angry crowd stretching miles and miles
'Hey, gotcha, lady, gotcha - finally!'
Tyler smiles...