Armalite, street lights, nightsights Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter Death in the shadows hell maim you, hell wound you, hell kill you For a long forgotten cause On not so foreign shores Boys baptised in war
Morphine, chill scream, bad dream Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep The wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep
Your mother sits on the edge of the world when the cameras start to roll Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold Your father drains another beer, hes one of the few that cares Crawling behind a saracens hull from the safety of his living room chair
Forgotten sons
And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour I must fear evil For I am but mortal and mortals can only die Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers That parade the carpeted corridors of whitehall Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation in the guarded bureaucratic wombs Minister, minister care for your children Order them not into damnation To eliminate those who would trespass against you For whose is the kingdom, the power, The glory for ever and ever Amen Amen Amen
Halt who goes there! - death!! Approach ... friend
Youre just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle When your childrens stony glances mourn Your death in a terrorists smile The bombers arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
Forgotten sons
From the dolequeue to the regiment a profession in a flash But remember monday signings when from door to door you dash On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the cost For a second youll be famous but labelled posthumous
Peace on earth and mercy mild, mother brown has lost her child Just another forgotten son
Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down
Rule Britania! Rule Britania! Your children! Your children! YOUR children! "They all fall down" Down! Down! Down!...
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