Sufferation We don't need no more in Babylon As Britain she stood with her back up against wall The sons of old India came and would battle and fall. In there thousands they went off to fight For duty they offered their lives And many would never survive Like a mill grinding corn Many thousands now lost Many thousands now gone They suffered the pain, mental strain As bombs fall like the monsoon rain As brothers they stood side by side A thin brown line sent to stem up the tide Sufferation we don't need no more in Babylon In this time of the islamophobe It's a half that'a seldom is told With the death in the mud and cold They showed bravery, were steadfast and bold Fighting for Europe to be free But little is written down in history Sufferation We don't need no more in Babylon