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Fish - Forgotten Sons

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Armalite, street lights, night-sights

Searching the roofs for a sniper, viper, fighter

Death in the shadows hell maim you, wound you, hell 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, loves 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 hes one of the few that cares

Crawling behind a saracens 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



Youre just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle

Where the childrens stony glances mourn your death

In a terrorists smile

The bombers 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 a profession in a flash

But remember mondays signings when from door to door you dash

On the news a nation mourns your unknown soldier count the cost

For a second youll be famous but labelled posthumous



Forgotten sons

Forgotten sons



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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