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Another Imperial Day by New Model Army
You could be there 
on a dark october night 
waiting for the moment to be 
swimming 'cross the freezing river 
holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water 
climbing up the banks on the other side 
hiding in the trees so cold 
that you hardly show as a target 
on the heat seeking gear of the border patrol 
but you made it, you're another one over 
sleeping on a bench in a railway station 
in the heart of Europe 
haven't eaten anything for two days straight 
but where there is a will there's allways gonna be a way 

And every door is guarded 
and every guard costs money 
so the women are bought and kept and raped and sold as slaves 
because the family borrowed from the man 
and the man has allways got to be repaid 
for the deals of the borders and the fake IDs 
and the stolen passports all locked away 
While the women are working and gagging down on their knees 
and somewhere in the back of terminal 3 
in the clogged-up corridors of the imigration authorities 
whole families with the wrong bits of paper 
are waiting to be sent back to where they came from 
escorted by officials out across the tarmac 
with their wrist bound tight with cable ties behind their backs 

It's dawn and there's fog in Rotterdam harbour 
and the guard's on his break and the dogs are chained by the wire 
three figures come out from behind the cranes 
make across the train tracks 
climb aboard a Panamanian freighter headed for the isle of grain 
find a place to hide in a stack of containers 
another payload of world trade because
goods are free to move but not people 
oil is free to move but not people 
jobs are free to move but not people 
money is free to move but not people 

And today they got a man hauled off a truck in the port of calais 
we watch him in silence as they lead him away 
clutching his battered suitcase 
but his face betrays him, lost and scared and defeated 
sitting in the back of the white port authority van 
well, where do any of us come from, it's pretty hard to say 
while high in the sky above us tonight 
the bombers are heading the other way, south and east 
into the blood red crimson sunrise of another imperial day
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