Legendary Pink Dots (The)
Tower Three
The echo of a thousand marching boots hammers on the airThey're singing anthems, chanting oaths and whistle as Salome lifts her skirt.Because they're 'real' men and they're healthy, happy, own the placeThey raise hell when they're sober, wrestle tigers when they're drunkIn their living rooms a picture of the queen nestles in between Miss August and a placard saying HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS.(Keep it pure, keep it white. Keep it free of undesirablesBecause freedom is so valuable and getting scarcer.)Fight! So they marchSmashing windows, splashing slogansPushing petrol bombs through doors 'til a uniform appearsGently whisper in the ear of the leader"That's against the law but we'll ignore it this time.Peace Krime's got to be official!"Keep it clean. Keep it quiet.In a lonely moor the digger's workingBigger holes hold moreAnd the patriots stay in as convoys rattle down the streetNo one hears the weepingNo one listens for the cracks at dawnThe shoveling goes on and on and onBut the patriots aren't frightened cos they heard it on T.V.That a Golden Age lies 'round the cornerAny day now...
From Letras Mania