The Hill

It all came crashing down around us Someone had to fire the first shot He wasn’t happy You killed him, that’s all wrong The first shot is always a warning, it’s war etiquette So strange, mother would have loved him, he had manners God, she would say, you eat like an animal, use your knife and fork Football mum, need to rush, big game today, come and watch us, it’s life and death They wanted our piece of the hill We wanted their piece of the hill Rush, rush, take the hill, how many bullets can you kill He wants to talk to them, Mr etiquette You would be proud of him mum So Polite They shot him like a dog Rush, rush, take the hill, how many bullets can you kill We killed them all It’s now our hill Did you see me, mum, did you see me score Were you too busy with your other son..