A Gospel Lyrics - Cafe Bleu - The Style Council

Handed down from fathers to sons 

Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns 

A talk of peace but not in our time 

To save our souls and stop the crime 

Onwards and upwards but going nowhere 

So how many now truthfully swear 

That they do no evil - see no wrong 

The ad-mass agents, the writers of song 

The bankers, the poets, the modern day seers 

Clouding an issue that was never quite clear 

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Sent through the ages of boy to man 

The living testament of making a stand 

Killing the wicked then raising the dead 

Eating propaganda and shit spoon fed 

Grasping for wisdom, but thick all the same 

So how many innocents now can claim 

That they play with fire - and get burnt 

And through the same mistakes never get learnt 

Hoping for a time it will fall to place 

Faith shall show as our saving grace 

Handed down from God with love 

Was the whole wide world and some above 

But not content to share the land 

Greed was shown the winning hand 

And those whose greed was the strongest of all 

Took upon themselves to lead the call 

That some must work while other rest 

Without the question of what is best 

The leaders, the losers and the kings 

Pass the rifle butt that tyranny brings 

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Passed on over to the chosen few 

Was the promise of freedom with a breadline queue 

Ghetto's, gateaux and eating it too 

Forcing it all down with a cola brew 

The first amendment and the hunt for reds 

A conscious contradiction with something said 

That they see no evil - with eyes shut tight 

A cocaine culture that offers no fight 

Dragged from birth - drugged to death 

The common excuse is 'just being yourself' 

Hand us down before it's too late 

The strength and wisdom to change our state 

Governed by evil and all it will bring 

I can't wait for the day they do the lamppost swing 

And no mercy should they be shown 

For you cannot reason with the devil's own 

They say, they hear no evil - hands clasped tight 

To shut out the victims' screams of ol' uncle sam fights 

He sweats and he strains as his boney frame comes - 

Into the womb of an innocent one