| Song | Civil War Dance |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | Prince of the Poverty Line |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| While sons and daughters of the empire | |
| Stained the map red, white and blue | |
| Back at home the storm clouds thundered | |
| Dole queues lengthened - unrest grew 'til the tides of fresh opinion | |
| Washed away the world they knew. | |
| Exchange inhuman wrongs for human rights | |
| This underdog not only barks - it bites! | |
| Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
| Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
| Erase the | |
| Constitution - a bloody revolution | |
| Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
| Children of the urban third world | |
| Breast fed lies and cathode rays | |
| Speak their minds down party chat lines (they don't have that much to say) | |
| Told nothing of the world we live in | |
| Or that it will be theirs someday. | |
| This system cultivates our lust and greed | |
| With anti-social insecurity. | |
| Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
| Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
| Erase the | |
| Constitution - a bloody revolution | |
| Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
| The preacher tells us all that heaven waits | |
| So pay your "soul tax" when you reach the gates. | |
| Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
| Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
| Erase the | |
| Constitution - a bloody revolution | |
| Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
| Livestock bred to feed the cannon | |
| Hands grown hard with honest toil | |
| Fuel the fires of mass rebellion | |
| Hatred's cauldron starts to boil | |
| They fight for something they believe in | |
| Not another nation's oil. | |
| Britannia cowers in her public school | |
| Once too often now she's waived the rules. | |
| Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
| Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
| Erase the | |
| Constitution - a bloody revolution | |
| Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. |
| zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| While sons and daughters of the empire | |
| Stained the map red, white and blue | |
| Back at home the storm clouds thundered | |
| Dole queues lengthened unrest grew ' til the tides of fresh opinion | |
| Washed away the world they knew. | |
| Exchange inhuman wrongs for human rights | |
| This underdog not only barks it bites! | |
| Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
| Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
| Erase the | |
| Constitution a bloody revolution | |
| Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
| Children of the urban third world | |
| Breast fed lies and cathode rays | |
| Speak their minds down party chat lines they don' t have that much to say | |
| Told nothing of the world we live in | |
| Or that it will be theirs someday. | |
| This system cultivates our lust and greed | |
| With antisocial insecurity. | |
| Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
| Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
| Erase the | |
| Constitution a bloody revolution | |
| Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
| The preacher tells us all that heaven waits | |
| So pay your " soul tax" when you reach the gates. | |
| Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
| Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
| Erase the | |
| Constitution a bloody revolution | |
| Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
| Livestock bred to feed the cannon | |
| Hands grown hard with honest toil | |
| Fuel the fires of mass rebellion | |
| Hatred' s cauldron starts to boil | |
| They fight for something they believe in | |
| Not another nation' s oil. | |
| Britannia cowers in her public school | |
| Once too often now she' s waived the rules. | |
| Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
| Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
| Erase the | |
| Constitution a bloody revolution | |
| Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. |
| zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| While sons and daughters of the empire | |
| Stained the map red, white and blue | |
| Back at home the storm clouds thundered | |
| Dole queues lengthened unrest grew ' til the tides of fresh opinion | |
| Washed away the world they knew. | |
| Exchange inhuman wrongs for human rights | |
| This underdog not only barks it bites! | |
| Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
| Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
| Erase the | |
| Constitution a bloody revolution | |
| Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
| Children of the urban third world | |
| Breast fed lies and cathode rays | |
| Speak their minds down party chat lines they don' t have that much to say | |
| Told nothing of the world we live in | |
| Or that it will be theirs someday. | |
| This system cultivates our lust and greed | |
| With antisocial insecurity. | |
| Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
| Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
| Erase the | |
| Constitution a bloody revolution | |
| Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
| The preacher tells us all that heaven waits | |
| So pay your " soul tax" when you reach the gates. | |
| Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
| Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
| Erase the | |
| Constitution a bloody revolution | |
| Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
| Livestock bred to feed the cannon | |
| Hands grown hard with honest toil | |
| Fuel the fires of mass rebellion | |
| Hatred' s cauldron starts to boil | |
| They fight for something they believe in | |
| Not another nation' s oil. | |
| Britannia cowers in her public school | |
| Once too often now she' s waived the rules. | |
| Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
| Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
| Erase the | |
| Constitution a bloody revolution | |
| Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. |