So the war is nearly won

So the war is nearly won

The last of our boys are

Are on the homeward run....

Now we want to know the truth

The reasons why so many had to die

And WMD was such a pack of lies....

An in-depth inquiry of what went on

Just the least we owe the mothers dead sons

An open court is so justified

WE want to hear their pack of lies...

But the cowards can’t face the cold dark truth

Bush and Blaire, both true Satan’s sons

Want truths door SHUT on everyone....

So behind closed doors “they” spin more lies

Just like the bull-shit they utter as truth

The reason for war, the maimed and the dead

The oil in the desert under hot Arab suns

Is the real bloody reason, they lied to everyone....

So Wee Mr Brown will come crashing down

With the New Labour ship, the final disgrace

When he lies to the Nation, to the mother’s dead sons

And the whole of the world turns its back on this bum.....

Change you mind, Wee Geordie, change your mind

Peter Wicks after the war