Lions Led By Donkeys. There’s an answer to be found where my ancients' broken out Only taking things for granted the mojo comes to me Lying safe within a station every website cultures doubt We're being driven crazy to believe in all we see The dream to follow isn’t fertile you’d have to explain yourself for years The truth is buried under most calumny, lies and smears They’re all so very careful not to Rigjam my ears That kind of pressure only ends up in tears The radio has vanished sentimental efforts to redeem it’s bragging rights Imagining you’re oh so continental you play at only Staying up at nights A room where Cooper’s Barrel's buoyant safely , as he realises everythings up for grabs After that she’s up the stairs come what maybe, as poetry speaks it’s truth in different garbs Oh! to think I might have missed it, for the fast-unfolding scandal Operating in the hinterland still may not make it right While cold,, very old in America, the vandals Operate out front where they must reclaim the night Not enough , they scream , all alive and so tendentious Not enough here to ever repair a broken dream The power and the glory that resides in rags and britches Will follow them forever if you know what I mean We can’t go on like this you say it’s pressure piling up Exchanging weird for normal , the words hold different sway Nothing lasts for ever, we know about the changes We know a time will come , someone will have to pay Batten Down The Hatches Boys! They only come at night The Revenant gets mystified ,he’s lost in some old dream We don’t know if he’ll make it out alive, yes he might But we’re not going to stick around to listen to him scream Pressure piling up my lads, horizon's fading fast We cannot let a single note escape the melody As those who repeat what they have forgotten from the past It stands out so clearly for we who have eyes to see. We are all Lions , all Led by Donkeys Swallowing the laughable lies we are sold While the punkshow punks don't give a monkey's Don't you think it's gone time we broke the mould? |