Nice one, Brian. And you have noticed it doesn't have to be a place. Therefore:
Come Friendly Bombs (Pre-Brian Version)
Come friendly bombs and zap the rich,
Leave bankers dead in every ditch,
Zap Fred the Shred, Abramovich
And all their mates.
Zap them daily, zap them good,
Zap their every neighbourhood,
Their mansions up in Chorleywood
And their estates.
Zap the traitors, young and old,
Their bearer bonds, their tainted gold,
Their politicians bought and sold,
Of every label.
Zap these architects of fraud.
Give up to fire and the sword,
This nest of vipers, Gracious Lord,
And cleanse the stable.
Come Friendly Bombs (revised and, I hope, improved version)
Come friendly bombs and zap the rich,
Leave bankers dead in every ditch,
Zap Fred the Shred, Abramovich
And all their mates.
Zap the rats and zap them good,
Pulverize their neighbourhood,
Their mansions up in Chorleywood
And their estates.
Zap the traitors, young and old,
Their bearer bonds, their tainted gold,
Their politicians bought and sold,
Of every label.
Zap the architects of fraud.
Terminate their bed and board.
Strike with fire and the sword,
And cleanse the stable.
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