Another Imperial Day

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    You could be there on a dark October night
    Waiting for the moment to be swimming
    'Cross the freezing river
    Holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water
    Climbing up the banks on the other side
    Hiding in the trees so cold
    That you hardly show as a target
    On the heat seeking gear of the border patrol
    But you made it, you're another one over
    Sleeping on a bench in a railway station
    In the heart of Europe
    Haven't eaten anything for two days straight
    But where there is a will there's always gonna be a way

    And every door is guarded and every guard costs money
    So the women are bought and kept
    And raped and sold as slaves
    Because the family borrowed from the man
    And the man has always got to be repaid
    For the deals of the borders and the fake IDs
    And the stolen passports all locked away
    While the women are working and gagging down on their knees
    And somewhere in the back of terminal 3
    In the clogged-up corridors of the imigration authorities
    Whole families with the wrong bits of paper
    Are waiting to be sent back to where they came from
    Escorted by officials out across the tarmac
    With their wrist bound tight with cable ties behind their backs

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    It's dawn and there's fog in Rotterdam harbour
    And the guard's on his break and the dogs are chained by the wire
    Three figures come out from behind the cranes
    Make across the train tracks
    Climb aboard a Panamanian freighter headed for the Isle of Grain
    Find a place to hide in a stack of containers
    Another payload of world trade because
    Goods are free to move but not people
    Oil is free to move but not people
    Jobs are free to move but not people
    Money is free to move but not people

    And today they got a man hauled off a truck in the port of calais
    We watch him in silence as they lead him away
    Clutching his battered suitcase
    But his face betrays him, lost and scared and defeated
    Sitting in the back of the white port authority van
    Well, where do any of us come from, it's pretty hard to say
    While high in the sky above us tonight
    The bombers are heading the other way, south and east
    Into the blood red crimson sunrise of another imperial day

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    Composición: M.Dean y J.Sullivan

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