paroles de chanson Bread & Circuses - Billy Bragg

Crowds gather round kneeling at the feet of common thieves
Hungry for the word, but God would never speak through such as these
Such as these
Who offer healing hands and balms, and redemption
A few would cross their palms
They'll tell your troubles to the Lord for however much you can afford

Hands holding hands in the circle of the sinners and the saints
Memories that linger from the cradle, placing puzzles in the grave
In the grave
No mortal skin and bone can live on bread and circuses alone
The spirit needs must drive the mystery of why you're alive

They look in their book and they read
But their cold hearts say "Follow me"

Dance in the dust in the frenzy of the desperately in need
Led by the voices of the men who invoke ritual to hide their greed
Hide their greed
Come every tongue, every eye across the crumbling earth and cracking skies
The gates of hell stand open wide, but the path of glory you walk
Single file

They look in their book and they read
But their cold hearts say "Follow me"

These men make a cage for the very souls they came here to be freed
They turn off their lights for their tents they're fixing to leave

They look in their book and they read
But their cold hearts say "Follow me"

They'll close all their books and they'll leave
Their cold hearts say "Follow me"
They'll close their book and leave
They'll close up their books and they'll leave
But you'll remain still in pain