THE BALLAD OF VIC WILLIAMS

Oh me name it is Vic Williams, I was a soldier to the Queen
I joined up to defend me country in me teens.
Not to do whatever they tell you to wherever they draw the line
For the ruling class in Ulster or the capital on the Rhine
Not for me one two three four, not for me not any more

They tell you it's a good career, they tell you it's a laugh
They tell you that pint of beer is cheaper here by half
But not so cheap as soldiers lives, you find that out too late,
When it's off you go for Texaco, gung ho in Kuwait.
Not for me one two three four, not for me not any more

They wound us up with racism to get us in the mood,
For a spot of collateral damage over the price of a barrel of crude.
They talk about legality but they never told me my rights,
I couldn't stick their hypocrisy so I swore I wouldn't fight.
Not for me one two three four, not for me not any more

They sent us down the PX to get some desert kit,
'Cause ours was in the desert, with Iraqis wearing it.
You couldn't hear 'Give peace a chance' for the bishops giving thanks,
And most of the Brits who never came back were blown to bits by Yanks
Not for me one two three four, not for me not any more

They charged me with desertion but I never ran away
The officers gave me orders that me conscience couldn't obey
So I stood up and spoke out, and when the war was done
I went back to Woolwich Barracks 'cause I wouldn't live on the run
Not for me one two three four, not for me not any more

My name it is Vic Williams, I was a soldier to the Queen
But I didn't know the half of it when I was in my teens
The enemy ain't the other side wherever they draw the line
The enemy is the ruling class who draw the bloody line
Not for me one two three four, not for me not any more
The enemy is the ruling class who draw the bloody line
Not for me one two three four, not for me not any more
Not for me one two three four, not for me not any more