Honourable

 

If you wrote his speeches

If you contributed to the farce

If you drove him here and there

If you kissed his arse

If you supplied his porcine pleasure

If you shone his shoes

If you offered him your soul

If all your reds were blues

If you served his table

If you served his drink

If you closed your mind

If you tried hard not to think

If you sorted out his missus

If you gave him head

If you washed his socks

If you buttered his bread

If you slapped his back

If you backed his lie

If you partied with him

If you wore the old school tie

If you were his chum

If you were his mate

If you were his lackey

If you were his date

If you were his cat

If you were his buddy

If you were his parents

If you were a much hugged hoody

If you helped him into power

If you got him pissed

Well woopy-doo matey boy

You’re on the fucking list.

 

But if you intervened

In an attempt to stop a killing

A poor, honourable ex-miner

Who was brave and more than willing

In a bloody northern street

To step in and face the knife

Just old and tough and honest

As you tried to save a life

Well mate, you can just whistle

There is no chance we will ever

honour the likes of you

we’re not all in this together.