We’ll Deal with You Later The Beautiful South

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Paul Heaton]

Revolutions come and go

But we'll just have to wait

The time is nigh to sit and plot

Exactly who you hate

[Pre-Chorus 1: Heaton]

Sirens in the neighbourhood

The gun must be misunderstood

A warden in a pool of blood

The palace laugh and so they should

So they should

[Verse 2: Heaton]

Across the world in every coup

A thousand guns without a clue

If only all the people knew

They've got their sight set up on you

[Pre-Chorus 2: Heaton]

Every war is always cursed

With, "Just who do you shoot at first?"

Think real hard and think Sandhurst

Take an officer; he's the worst

He's the worst, he's the worst