They`re moving father`s grave to build a sewer
They`re moving it regardless of expense.
They`re moving his remains to lay down nine-inch
drains
To irrigate some rich bloke`s residence.
Now what`s the use of having a religion?
If when you`re dead you cannot get some peace
`Cause some society chap wants a pipeline to his
tank
And moves you from your place of rest and peace...
Now father in his life was not a quitter
And I`m sure that he`ll not be a quitter now.
And in his winding sheet, he will haunt that privy
seat
And only let them go when he`ll allow.
Now won`t there be some bleedin` consternation,
And won`t those city toffs begin to rave!
But it`s no more than they deserve, `cause they had
the bleedin` nerve
To muck about a British workman`s grave.
Note: A classic epic of the class struggle