When youve finished your shift, and you go to the pub,
where youre planning to sink a few jars
Just remember the pickets, who stood at your side, but,
who then finished up behind bars.
When youre telling the tale, and you get to the part
where youre giving the copper a clout
Just remember the lads, who did just what you did, who now
start off their day slopping out
You stood shoulder to shoulder, and sang "here we go",
you were brother to men youd just met
And, some paid with their livelihoods, some with their
lives, in a struggle thats not over yet.
When youre checking your wage slip, and moaning about
all the stoppages youve got again
Think of how youd be feeling, if you were to join all
the sacked and the victimized men
It was such a long battle, that those who survived, want
to get back to normal once more
But, never forget, there are those, just like you
who are prisoners, of the class war.
August 1985
As in all conflicts, some suffered more than others, its a poor army that forgets its wounded.