Parcels for the kids, the parcel bombs were
left in bins They were singing hymns and
rattling tins A hand stretched out and
caught him, knocked him through a window
And they were fingering his coat, looking
for the price tag Took his fags Shook his
wallet Stripped him of his shoes Left him
naked - like a mannequin that's bleeding
A weeping doll without a string to pull
A shop assistant hauled him to the dump
with all the others
Struck a match and up they went!
Only brave men make it in the jungle!