There's nothing new
In this sad story 
The slaughter of innocence 
Without glory 
At the foot of your hill 
Without warning 
The centre of operations 
They attack in the morning 

Now you can lie 
Like a lame before them 
You can dance in the dawn 
You can even ignore them
But with your skin on file 
There's no escape 
P.C. Keen's got the snap shots 
And he knows your face 

And the press will declare 
That you're all mad and insane
And you'll be accused
Of not playing the game

You'll stand in the court
And declare your bravery
For fighting all this 
That brings us all slavery 
But they won't even see you
hey won't even hear you
Because you are the truth 
So nothing can save you

And the southern intelligence unit will say:
'Thanks to you P.C. Keen 
You've saved the day'