The Trial of Tony Blair: song by Martin Noakes

Lyrics

Living a lie
I’ve never seen a man so compromised
Evil and cold
A puppet doing what he’s told

Put it like this
If ever I could make one wish…

I wouldn’t wish for a Hollywood mansion
No fancy cars and no penthouse suite
No stash of cash on a private island
But as long as I am breathing in air
I’d wish to see the trial of Tony Blair

Blood on his hands
Stretching from Iraq to Afghanistan
This man is insane
Miranda was his other name

If I looked at the sky
And saw a shooting star up high

I wouldn’t wish for a Hollywood mansion
No fancy cars and no penthouse suite
No stash of cash on a private island
But as long as I am breathing in air
I’d wish to see the trial of Tony Blair

There are innocent people imprisoned
While Tony Blair’s still remains on the streets
We’re gonna see everything that’s been hidden
You can always judge a person by the company they keep.

His legacy is death and despair
It’s time to see the trial of Tony Blair

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