| Magic land so far away — was | 
| It worth the voyage in these days? | 
| The lives of soldiers thrown away | 
| In medieval claims to yesterday… | 
| Off the starboard bow/in the | 
| Heat of the night/we visualize | 
| Apocalypse in the fire fight | 
| The parliament says «it's necessary» | 
| But Birmingham calls you home/ | 
| The neighborhood, the family, the | 
| Mind begins to roam | 
| Ocean currents flowing/taking | 
| Vessels to a war/whether right | 
| Or wrong it’s a moot point/as we | 
| Hit the shore/a former king’s | 
| Residence/in the district of the | 
| North/the crown of England is risking | 
| All for sovereignty at Stanley Port | 
| The Mission. | 
| The Mission. | 
| Don’t Forget | 
| The Mission | 
| But there’s no way out/I don’t want | 
| To stand here and fight anymore/ | 
| Please — couldn’t we find a better way | 
| I just saw somebody die | 
| Waving the flag as he fell to the ground — | 
| While the locals rejoiced in liberation | 
| So take those ice cold islands back — | 
| Almighty Union Jack/a thousand | 
| Victories will be behind you/in royal | 
| Fashion the colonies, the land swept up | 
| In the naval destruction out at sea | 
| No wire to the U.K. — no moral | 
| Ground can prepare us to die at | 
| Falkland Sound.* | 
| So take those ice cold islands back | 
| Almighty Union Jack/a thousand | 
| Victories will be behind you/when will | 
| We learn to cease the fire/my friends | 
| In modern times — we need a better way | 
| Because this place belongs to all of us | 
| Responsibility lies within each of us | 
| The revenge we seek will not conquer us… | 
| Listen | 
| This place belongs to all of us | 
| Responsibility lies within each of us | 
| One earth, one mind can save us | 
| My friends the end is near us |