Left to your own devices
You will forget the Memorial Hall
See in the faded newsprint
Thumbs up from the Pals
as they wave us goodbye
And I've got a girl back home
I wrote her a letter I don't suppose
I'll get a reply I only hope
she'll remember my name
Poppies we buy to remember
They sell to forget in Afghnistan
With our faith in the hands of bricklayers
We know we can sleep deep inside its walls
And as I dance in your hands tonight
and those walls shake with our dancing inside
We understand that our tribute's alright
Except that there will be more
Now we remember the disco
They're holding tonight at the Memorial Hall
I hope to meet eyes with your sister
As she stands like a flower by the plaque, by the wall
But the alcohol kicks in and somehow instead
the words on the plaque just take over my head
I think I shouldn't be dancing with so many dead
But I'm wrong
If there's a point to the fighting
any point at all
It's so we can dance in the Memorial Hall
And if drunkenness leads us to conflict
'Supporting the Troops' versus 'Not in my Name'
Someone gets bored change the subject
Before I explain how they can be the same
If we don't get revenge then the Bad Guys have won
If the winners aren't good guys that's what they become
The only point in life is just to have fun
But you're wrong
If there's a point to the fighting
any point at all
It's so we can dance in the Memorial Hall
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