A Stones Throw Away - The Style Council

For liberty there is a cost — its broken skulls and leather cosh,

From the boys in uniform — now you know whose side their on —

With backing — with blessing,

From earthly gods not heaven,

A stones throw away from it all.

Whatever pleasures those who get — from stripping skin with rhino whip,

Are the kind that must be stopped — before their kind take all weve got —

With loving — with caring,

They take great pride in working,

The stones throw away from it all.

Whenever honesty persists — youll hear the snap of broken ribs,

Of anyone wholl take no more — of the lying bastards roar —

In chile — in poland,

Johannesburg — south yorkshire,

A stones throw away: now were there.