Some stories need to be told. Some legacies demand remembrance. |
Let’s pull the wool over all of their eyes Just some kids with some sheep and ambiguous cries Hide a wolf in plain sight and soon all are accustom Leave your daggers exposed and forthwith the rain rusts ’em A shadow unmoving is the first they forget Stay the word to take action ‘cos the time’s not come yet All these days with the knowledge that we’re sat where we are Knowing that knowing’s complacent and won’t go very far Stories are made more than told and in silence will fade A fate we refuse with the dues that we’ve paid Belief that what comes is what we ourselves serve Will carry us ‘till the day when all’s lost all but our nerve And when that day comes, drags us out in the night We’ll show the blood on our teeth as we bring them the fight If the ends show the means they’ll soon find us the meanest As we dance through the fists and the blades thrust between us There’s not much point in a life if its song isn’t heard So we’ll sing as we bleed, let them drink every word All will hear of the ruse that we cloaked in our fleece Ere’ our fangs come to bare and we give them our peace… |