Jackboot

I hear the jackboot is coming down that road again,
I hear the jackboot is coming down that road again,
To take away my liberty, ‘cause they know what’s good for me,
And tread on the names of those that fought the jackboot.

I hear the jackboot coming down that road again,
Smooth talking, suited , with lots of friends,
On a mission to homogenize and sterilise all dissent, And spit on the names of those that fought the jackboot.

Well, there’s a plan to make us all the same,
Same food , same size, I just feel disdain,
Have a drink, but have a smoke out in the rain, out in the cold,
Where are the bold, that fought the jackboot.

The little dull, grey, dreary men have seen,
They can make it real their obsessive dream,
Control your every move until you scream,
And spit on the names of those that fought the jackboot.

……if there’s any justice in this land, do you understand,
We won’t see no more of this jackboot.

The very souls that gave all they had to win,
Are being treated like the enemy within, strip them of their dignity,
To raise their voice you make it a sin,
And these are the ones that fought the jackboot.

I wanna be there on the day you fall,
I wanna see your face when you lose the ball,
A law-abiding man will find it hard just doing what he can,
Without breaking the law, against this jackboot,
I don’t want to see no more of your jackboot.

Music and lyrics by Eamonn Mallon