Tramp the Dirt Down

I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
 A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
 She spills with compassion, as that young child's face in her hands she grips
 Can you imagine all that greed and avarice coming down on that child's lips
 Well I hope I don't die too soon
 I pray the Lord my soul to save
 Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
 Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live long enough to savour
 That's when they finally put you in the ground
 I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down
 When England was the whore of the world, Margaret was her madam
 And the future looked as bright and as clear as the black tar macadam
 Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't haunted by every tiny detail
 'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands all she thought of was betrayal
 And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run
 Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son
 And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt
 Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt
 Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent
 When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
 And then expect you to say "Thank you" straighten up, look proud and pleased
 Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease
 Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can
 Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
 Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
 Who takes all the glory and none of the shame
 Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep
 I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep
 I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap
 'Cos when they finally put you in the ground
 They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down