mandag 1. november 2010
Marillion "Forgotten Sons"
Second part of Forgotten Sons by Marillion
LYRICS:
And so as 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 parade 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 childrens 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, detonate a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons
From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember mondays signings when from door to door you dash
On the news the nation mourns you, unknown soldier count the cost
For a second you'll be famous
But labeled posthumous
Forgotten Sons
Forgotten Sons
Ring o' ring o' ring o' roses, they all fall down
Ring o' ring o' ring o' roses, they all fall down
Peace on earth and mercy mild
Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another Forgotten Son
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