Forgotten Sons
Armalite, street lights, nightsightsSearching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighterDeath in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill youFor a long forgotten causeOn not so foreign shoresBoys baptised in warBoys baptised in war
Morphine, chill scream, bad dreamServing as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbagsYour girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison penYour flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleepThe wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep
Your mother sits on the edge of the world when the cameras start to rollPanoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing foldYour father drains another beer, he's one of the few that caresCrawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chairForgotten SonsForgotten SonsForgotten Sons
And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolour I must fear evilFor I am but mortal and mortals can only dieAsking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchersThat parade the carpeted corridors of WhitehallWho orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation in the guarded bureaucratic wombsMinister, Minister care for your childrenOrder them not into damnationTo eliminate those who would trespass against youFor whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory for ever and everAmenAmenAmenAmenAmenAmenAmen
"Halt who goes there!" - " Death!!""Approach ... friend"You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisleWhen your children's stony glances mournYour death in a terrorist's smileThe bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelvesAlley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hellForgotten SonsForgotten Sons
From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flashBut remember Monday signings when from door to door you dashOn the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the costFor a second you'll be famous but labeled posthumous
Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall downRing-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall downRing-a-ring-o-rosesRing-a-ring-o-rosesRing-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down
Forgotten SonForgotten SonForgotten SonThey're still forgotten, they're still still forgottenPeace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her childJust another Forgotten Son