Another song from WSI's "Tolpuddle Martyrs" show (1984) What the meek really inherit is the strong's eternal gratitude. LYRICS: Now her and me are fickle; I’m sure you’ve heard it said, From when we rise in the morning, till we’re both tucked up in bed. We don’t draw rash conclusions while we sit here on our fence, Now you may call that fickle, but we call it common sense.
Don’t ask us to tell you what is wrong and what is right, We’re not the type to argue and we’re never known to fight. We leave such things to those who are in high authority, And tighten our belts a notch or two to aid prosperity.
You’ve heard of floating voters, well that is her and me, Our fence keeps out the devil and floats on the deep blue sea. We never state opinions that we don’t see in the press, ´Cos them as knows are better judged to tell us what is best.
When we go up to heaven and appear before God’s throne, He’ll tell us in his still small voice that he’s best left alone. We’ll go to the back of the millions praising his majesty, It’s a comfort to be part of the silent majority.
Welfare State International Tolpuddle Martyrs Show (Darlington 1984)