Sleep Of The Just Lyrics - Fatima Mansions

Lift up your head, lift up your head 

Your room in this decade of eathquake and bile 

awaits you like a stewardess's mortuary smile 

You'll miss all the fun, you'll miss all the fun 

A rich man turned pauper, his death marked [a sham] 

I can't get back to see it, 'til you lift up your head 

Me and mine are fools, me and mine are fools 

say our elders who despise us, though we're no longer young 

They're tired of our sneering, and we've blocked out their main street's sun 

They're sleeping as we rise, one punch is drunk with pride 

resides in [brutal face], sick from petrol smoke and [steak] 

The few bohemians, with their too-white shopping wrists 

confide in some crimson [page] 

and pray to look cute in their squalor-dyed hair 

Old age 

Rolled out of here, is sun bright and clear 

and we hold the fortune, in our cumulous 

There's nothing else on earth that I will be part of 

Why waste a lifetime on soil which won't bear fruit? 

and why argue with gangsters who only smile and act mute? 

If he pulls that trigger, as he says he must, 

then to them, goes the last word [and then] 

The sleep of the just, the sleep of the just, the sleep of the just 

But that's never enough 

But that's never, never enough