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Marillion - Forgotten sons

Tekst piosenki:

   Armalite, street lights, nightsights
  Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
  Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you
  For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
  Boys baptised in wars
  Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
  Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags
  Your girl has married your best friend, loves 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
  W when the cameras start to roll
  Panoramic viewpoint 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 chwair
  Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
  And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour
  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 orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
  I in the 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, the glory forever and ever, Amen
  Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend
  You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
  When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile
  The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
  Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
  Forgotten Sons
  From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
  But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
  On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost
  For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous
  Forgotten sons, forgotten sons
  Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
  Just another Forgotten Son

Lyrics - Nieruchomości - Torebki