Treading Underfoot - Broken Bones

An artist paints a picture

Of a battlefield after war

Misplaced limbs, the stench of corpses

Yet our Leaders seek for more

Hung in a gallery a portrait to notice

But not to admire

A portrait unleashing the hatred

Of our leaders war desire

Treading Underfoot

They’re treading underfoot

Treading Underfoot

They’re treading underfoot

An artist paints a picture

Of our leaders in England

Misplaced minds, the stench of deception

Yet they still stay in command

Hung in a gallery a portrait to notice

A Portrait to hate

A portrait containing the misery

Of our declining, governing state

Treading Underfoot

They’re treading underfoot

Treading Underfoot

They’re treading underfoot

Treading Underfoot

They’re treading underfoot

Treading Underfoot

They’re treading underfoot

Now he paints a picture 'cos

He’s dead like all the rest

The paintings are worth thousands

He must have ranked amongst the best

The Government tried to ban them

And we what for

So stand and speak your mind

'Cos we don’t want their war

Treading Underfoot

They’re treading underfoot

Treading Underfoot

They’re treading underfoot