Текст песни




The rains move eastwards in waves of succession
Drawing lines of grey across the sky
With the streets just too close for a hand on the shoulder
In hungering patience we cry
The power against corruption it rages in each corner
There must be something better something pure
On the wall there's an entrance to the caves to the cities
Where the dreamers of salvation unearth
It's the ignorance of children that the head of the columns
Comes to purify the future with the arrogance of youth
But nothing is as cruel as the righteousness of innocence
With automatic weapons and the gospel of the truth
Revolution forever
Succession of the seasons
Within the flood of nature
All raised to ride and die
This purity, purity is a lie
Now in micro conception in sterile lives of oratory
How the vanity goes on
Or in the message of a preacher with his morals of obsession
The wars that we wage upon ourselves
Purity a banshee, purity's an angel
Purity's madmen to be fools of us all
So will you listen my friend, for this is the cure
What happened here last year is nothing at all
Revolution forever
Succession of the seasons
Within the flood of nature
All raised to ride and die
This purity, purity is a lie
Oh, see Brendan, that broken down piano
With fingers thick and red and shaking on the keys
Battered by the years of alcohol and working
But playing with a faith that never leaves
So sit us down, buy us a drink, tell us a good story
And sing us a song that we all know to be true
I don't give a damn that I never will be worthy
Fear is the only enemy that I still know



Авторы: Robert Charles Heaton, Justin Edward Sullivan, Peter Leslie Nice, Johnson Ed Alleyne



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