No Gods (And Precious Few Heroes)

I was listening to the news the other day

I heard a fat politician who had the nerve to say

He was proud to be Scottish, by the way

With the glories of our past to remember

"Here's tae us, wha's like us", listen to the cry

No surrender to the truth and here's the reason why

The power and the glory's just another bloody lie

They use to keep us all in line

For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes

But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal

And it's time now to sweep the future clear

Of the lies of a past that we know was never real

Farewell to the heather in the glen

They cleared us off once and they'd do it all again

For they still prefer sheep to thinking men

Ah, but men who think like sheep are even better

There's nothing much to choose between the old laird and the new

They still don't give a damn for the likes of me and you

Just mind you pay your rent to the factor when it's due

And mind your bloody manners when you pay!

And tell me will we never hear the end

Of puir bluidy Charlie at Culloden yet again?

Though he ran like a rabbit down the glen

Leavin better folk than him to be butchered

Or are you sittin in your Council house, dreamin o your clan?

Waiting for the Jacobites to come and free the land?

Try going down the broo with your claymore in your hand

And count all the Princes in the queue!

So don't talk to me of Scotland the Brave

For if we don't fight soon there'll be nothing left to save

Or would you rather stand and watch them dig your grave

While you wait for the Tartan Messiah?

He'll lead us to the Promised Land with laughter in his eye

We'll all live on the oil and the whisky by and by

Free heavy beer! Pie suppers in the sky! -

Will we never have the sense to learn?

That there's no gods and there's precious few heroes

But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal

And I'm damned sure that there's plenty live in fear

Of the day we stand together with our shoulders at the wheel

Aye there's no Gods