Brutal - Mekons

The english love for China tea

Brought deficit to the economy

What could we sell back?

Send in the army to deal some smack

Drugs and guns and slavery

Live together in perfect harmony

Where the poppy grew

The soil is dead

The East India Company scum

Flooding China with opium

The soil all washed away

Flooding Bangladesh today

Here comes McDrug

Drugs have long been the currency

Of the Central Intelligence Agency

A long dull story of corruption

Now a clown steps over the Berlin Wall

With a burning cross and pills to go

His Perestroika dependency will

Sit in your gut like a golf ball

Noiseless rocks as clear as ice

Nursed at home with loving pride

Crystal goblets of sherbet

Heaped up, flaked up, rosewater snow

Needles washed up from the sea

On a beach in Californ-i-ay

Help me get me through the day

Here comes McDrug

Needle searches for a new enemy

Locks onto targets in the big city

That was built on the profits

From the opium trade

Here comes McDrug

The duffer rests in a Fenland graveyard

On his way to Alderman Roberts

He’s got the tinctures in his bag

To take away our daily hurts