| Song | Spirit of the Falklands |
| Artist | New Model Army |
| Album | Vengeance |
| 作词 : Morrow, Sullivan | |
| The natives are restless tonight, sir | |
| Cooped up on estates with no hope in sight | |
| They need some kind of distraction | |
| We can give them that | |
| 'Cause they'd kill if they only had something to kill for | |
| They'd die if they only had something to die for | |
| They'd cheer if they only had something to cheer for | |
| We can give them that | |
| So it's off to war we go (I couldn't believe it) | |
| Bring out all the flags (I never believed it) | |
| Fight the good fight | |
| It's working like a dream, sir | |
| Half the nation are hooked on the bait | |
| Waiting for the next victorious instalment | |
| We can give them that | |
| 'Cause it's no surprise that young men are heroes | |
| It's no surprise that young men are strong | |
| It's no surprise that young men are foolish | |
| We've known that all along | |
| Exciting pictures on News at Ten (I couldn't believe it) | |
| Read all the crap on all the front pages (I never believed it) | |
| Fight the good fight | |
| Ch: Dead men in the South Atlantic | |
| It's meant to warm our hearts | |
| They think that they died for you and me | |
| Oh God, what a farce, what a farce | |
| And now it's the repeats | |
| Plugging the Falklands and the Falklands' spirit | |
| Show the pictures again and again | |
| Till the next war comes around | |
| 'Cause we'll kill if we only have something to kill for | |
| We'll die if we only have something to die for | |
| We'll cheer if we only have something to cheer for | |
| That is worthy of the name | |
| Oh yes the next war (I never believed it) | |
| See the propaganda in TV fiction (I never believed it) | |
| Enemies with horns and tails | |
| Ch: There are dead men in the South Atlantic | |
| It's meant to warm our hearts | |
| They think that they died for you and me | |
| Oh God, what a farce, what a farce | |
| There's crippled men back home in England | |
| Doesn't it warm your hearts | |
| They think they fought for peace and freedom | |
| Poor boys, what a farce, what a farce |
| zuò cí : Morrow, Sullivan | |
| The natives are restless tonight, sir | |
| Cooped up on estates with no hope in sight | |
| They need some kind of distraction | |
| We can give them that | |
| ' Cause they' d kill if they only had something to kill for | |
| They' d die if they only had something to die for | |
| They' d cheer if they only had something to cheer for | |
| We can give them that | |
| So it' s off to war we go I couldn' t believe it | |
| Bring out all the flags I never believed it | |
| Fight the good fight | |
| It' s working like a dream, sir | |
| Half the nation are hooked on the bait | |
| Waiting for the next victorious instalment | |
| We can give them that | |
| ' Cause it' s no surprise that young men are heroes | |
| It' s no surprise that young men are strong | |
| It' s no surprise that young men are foolish | |
| We' ve known that all along | |
| Exciting pictures on News at Ten I couldn' t believe it | |
| Read all the crap on all the front pages I never believed it | |
| Fight the good fight | |
| Ch: Dead men in the South Atlantic | |
| It' s meant to warm our hearts | |
| They think that they died for you and me | |
| Oh God, what a farce, what a farce | |
| And now it' s the repeats | |
| Plugging the Falklands and the Falklands' spirit | |
| Show the pictures again and again | |
| Till the next war comes around | |
| ' Cause we' ll kill if we only have something to kill for | |
| We' ll die if we only have something to die for | |
| We' ll cheer if we only have something to cheer for | |
| That is worthy of the name | |
| Oh yes the next war I never believed it | |
| See the propaganda in TV fiction I never believed it | |
| Enemies with horns and tails | |
| Ch: There are dead men in the South Atlantic | |
| It' s meant to warm our hearts | |
| They think that they died for you and me | |
| Oh God, what a farce, what a farce | |
| There' s crippled men back home in England | |
| Doesn' t it warm your hearts | |
| They think they fought for peace and freedom | |
| Poor boys, what a farce, what a farce |