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Fish - Forgotten Sons lyrics
Armalite, street lights, night-sights Searching the roofs for a sniper, viper, fighter Death in the shadows he'll maim you, wound you, he'll kill you For long-forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores Boys baptised in wars Morphine, chill stream, bad dream Serving as numbers on dogtags, flak-rags, sandbags Your girl has married your best friend, love's end, poison pen Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep The wounds that burn so deep Your mother sits on the edge of the world When the cameras start to roll Panoramic viewpoints resurrect the killing fold Your father drains another beer he's one of the few that cares Crawling behind a Saracen's hull From the safety of his living room chair Forgotten Sons, forgotten Sons, forgotten Sons And so I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolor I must fear evil for I am but mortal and mortals can only die Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless Faceless watchers that stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall Who order desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation In their 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 and the Glory, forever and ever Amen Halt who goes there? death Approach.... friend You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle Where the children's stony glances mourn your death In a terrorist's smile The bomber's arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves Alleys sing with shrapnel, dance in a temporary hell Forgotten Sons From the dole queue to the regiment |
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