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Sarcastic, facetious and downright vicious lyrics, satire, parody and irreverent comment, tosh, twaddle and opinionated verbiage from the townships of East Sussex by artistic layabout Colin Bailey

SARCASTIC, FACETIOUS AND VICIOUS LYRICS, SATIRE, PARODY AND IRREVERENT COMMENT, TOSH, TWADDLE AND OPINIONATED VERBIAGE FROM THE TOWNSHIPS OF EAST SUSSEX BY ARTISTIC LAYABOUT COLIN BAILEY

GUANTANAMO

Bob Dylan parody

Bombs start falling

In the middle of the night

B52s still climbing for height

Rusty guns cant`t bring em down

Not much shelter in this town

Now that Bush is coming round

They interrogate the fathers

And take away the sons

Shout out orders and wave their guns

You’d better play ball with the yanks,

They’ve got bigger tanks

Than you, there ain’t nothing you can do

This is the story of Guantanamo

Where No-one says what you`re supposed to know

Or what it is that you’ve done

Or why it is that you’ve come

To be here, in the heat and the fear

Your future’s not bright; your future’s Orange

Where one wrong glance can arrange

A beating you will not forget

And yet, no charge is ever laid

No apology made

Extraordinary rendition is the latest phrase;

Take you from your home, and throw you in a cage

Crossing Europe a day

While it looks the other way

And thinks of things to say

Geneva convention, Yada yada yada

Treaty’s are a just paper, bullets are harder

Lock em and throw away the key

They don’t deserve to be free

Like you and me?

Better get your ID card, you’ve nothing to hide

Keep all your doubts locked up inside

Be sure keep your nose clean

They have a space,

in a place,

no-one will hear you scream

Apologies to BOB DYLAN