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Fish

Genres: Rock

Forgotten Sons Lyrics - Fish

Armalite, street lights, night-sights 

Searching the roofs for a sniper, viper, fighter 

Death in the shadows he'll maim you, wound you, he'll kill you 

For long-forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores 

Boys baptised in wars 

 

Morphine, chill stream, bad dream 

Serving as numbers on dogtags, flak-rags, sandbags 

Your girl has married your best friend, love's end, poison pen 

Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep 

The wounds that burn so deep 

 

Your mother sits on the edge of the world 

When the cameras start to roll 

Panoramic viewpoints resurrect the killing fold 

Your father drains another beer he's one of the few that cares 

Crawling behind a saracen's hull 

From the safety of his living room chair 

Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons 

 

And so I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolor 

I must fear evil for I am but mortal and mortals can only die 

Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless 

Faceless watchers that stalk the carpeted corridors of whitehall 

Who order desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation 

In their guarded bureaucratic wombs 

 

Minister, minister care for your children, order them not 

Into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass 

Against you, for whose is the kingdom? 

The power and the glory, forever and ever 

Amen 

 

Halt who goes there? 

 

Death 

 

Approach.... friend 

 

You're just another coffin on it's way down the emerald aisle 

Where the children's stony glances mourn your death 

In a terrorist's smile 

The bomber's arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves 

Alleys sing with shrapnel, dance in a temporary hell 

 

Forgotten sons 

 

From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash 

But remember monday's signings when from door to door you dash 

On the news a nation mourns your unknown soldier count the cost 

For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous 

 

Forgotten sons 

Forgotten sons 

 

Ring o' roses, they all fall down 

Peace on earth and mercy mild, mother brown has lost her child 

Just another forgotten son 

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