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Armalite streetlights nightsights
Searching the roofs for a sniper a viper a fighter
Death in the shadows he'll maim you he'll wound you he'll kill you
For a long forgotten cause on not so foreign shores
Boys baptised in wars boys baptised in wars
Morphine chill scream bad dream
Serving as numbers on dog tags flak rags sand bags
Your girl has married your best friend love's end poison pen
Your flesh will always creep
Tossing turning sleep the wounds that burn so deep burn so deep
Your mother sits on the edge of the world when the camera starts to roll
Panoramic viewpoint ressurrects the killing fold
Your father drains another beer he's one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair
Forgotten sons forgotten sons forgotten sons
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 orders desecration mutilation
Verbal masturbation in the guarded beaurocratic wombs?
Minister minister care for you children
Order them not into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the Kingdom the power the glory?
For ever and ever amen
(NC)
Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen
"Halt! Who goes there?" "Death" "Approach friend"
You're just another coffin on it's way down the emerald aisle
Where the children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile
The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alleys sing with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
Forgotten sons forgotten sons
From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the cost
For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous
Forgotten son forgotten son
Forgotten son forgotten son
They're still forgotten
They're still still forgotten
Peace on earth and mercy mild Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another forgotten son
(moins de barrés)