How Does It Feel?
Like a lot of people I became increasingly annoyed throughout the Falkland’s War at the callous and exploitative tactics used by some of the television reporters. They would choose someone who had been through a traumatic experience, ask them questions and then even after they had obtained an answer they stayed silent, waiting for their victim to elaborate. The silence would lengthen, as the camera moved in to catch the emotions........
The captain stood on the deck
He was a tired and a broken man
He'd lost his ship it had sunk in the sea
He couldn't understand
The interviewer asked him to explain
There were millions who wanted to know
How it feels when a missile rips open your ship
It must have been an awful blow
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How does it feel?
Open up your soul
How does it feel?
Hey, let the cameras roll
Let them roll!
The woman was standing a tear in her eye
She watched her wounded son come home
She tried to smile as he tried to wave
As he limped towards her alone
And the interviewer asked her how does it feel
To have your son crippled in the war
I understand he's not your only son
The other's missing, unaccounted for
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Then the SAS man climbed down from the ship
His eyes shone like cold steel
The interviewer moved up - he had to know
How a war hardened veteran would feel
But before he could ask a boot crashed in his groin
He fell to the floor with a groan
He heard a voice asking him how did that feel
But he just wanted to be left alone
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