The truth surrounding Shingle Street is very hard to know
The boys returned from Dunkirk Now we fight the fight alone
The outlook's dire,
but we've got great fire We can float upon the waves
The ocean will be burning Send invaders to their graves
Well we can stir the dragon who sleeps
on gold It's a foolish risk to take
But the storm clouds gather east of
here And everything we have's at stake
The civvies down on Shingle Street Have upped and moved away
Watercut,
had the ocean burned Tell me who's left here to say
If propaganda was dynamite We'd be halfway to the moon
Though history now validates the liars
And if you think this moment to invade
Is oh so opportune Watch us set the sea on fire
From orphanage to broad stairs Witness documents to show
We kept our island safe The sea with fire and flame aglow
As church bells ring their warning Bodies wash up on the beach
First casualty of war is truth And truth is so far out of reach
If propaganda was dynamite We'd be halfway to the moon
Though history gives credence to the liars
And if you think this moment to invade
Is oh so opportune Watch us set the sea
Do your walking shoes turn stories In the stones of orphaness?
Have you felt the weight of history?
Can you really not care less?
As the sweet war of silence below floats on the sea?
Had the tide turned so long ago A different life would be
If propaganda was dynamite We'd be halfway to the moon
Though history now validates the liars
And if you think this moment to invade
Is oh so opportune Watch us set the
sea on fire
Watch us set the
sea on fire