The sky is broken in grey and in silver The wind blows clean We watch the shadows chase across the hillside And out to sea You and I, we're nearly full
smile on your face Have a drink to help you sleep at night They got what they desired We're passive in their brave new world We are not young and beautiful
I'm sick of the sight of some snot-nosed kid Cutting a swathe through the age of deconstruction Picking at the sores of the dying beast And winning
Listen to their words like swords The Christian militia is marching now There's a witch hunt coming Born out of all the American fears There's a new
Kandy's coming home 11.45 today I'll take the battered car and meet her down outside the gates She says we're going back to where it all began Now that
They started work this morning Down at city square They're pulling down the statues Of our great grandfather's hero The new books said he wasn't Such
To the thoughts of the many from the minds of the few Voice of reason, censored view The truth is the news and the news is the truth As if that'll do
We walk every morning in silence Past the mills on Whetley Lane Where the lights went out for the very last time And they never came on again The spokesman
Stevie said now don't look round they're watching us Two girls in the corner of that dodgy club And the grey eyes, the storm that I've come to know and
I said - Father, I'm going to change the world He said - Don't you think that maybe, son. It's changed enough already? Don't try to justify the things
Such a sensitive opinion in one so young Would you like to know about everything that we've done You believe what you read in the printed lies But you
How did they do this to you? How did they do this to you? Were you the weapon that they used As they tore apart the family Did they bring you here as
family looking for tribe Well I survive on my own for a while or so Upon a whim or a bottle of wine Just trying to make sense of these new surroundings
Another foggy night in hometown Cruising the backstreet pubs with a friend or two I guess we were laughing how we made it through the bad old days When
(Sullivan) I put my hands into the roaring flames I felt the pain as it started to burn I've done the same thing over again and again As if I never ever
The bonfires blazed across the city, the smoke swirling into the sky We were standing shoulder to shoulder, Billy McCann and I Our faces ruddy and burning
I put my hands into the roaring flames I felt the pain as it started to burn I've done the same thing over again and again As if I never ever wanted to
Red dots - close my eyes - tunnel vision the cooling towers like Cathedrals Pitch black dark, brighter than the sun Less than zero, more than infinity