Skyclad

See the red messiah high upon a soap-box pulpit
Agitating his apostles with the gospels in his hand
While apprentice hitlers gather down in inner city subways
To immortalise their ignorance with aerosol spray cans.
Life is the lesson - History our tutor
Learn from the past - preserve us a future.
So many causes I could die for - but I don't know which is right
In this millenia of martyrs and injustices to fight
Why must brother kill his brother - when united they should stand?
Men by swords and words divided in our broken promised land.
These tattered battle standards fly - their colours do not run
Unlike our tears that trickle down the decades soon to come.
You promised us a Golden Age - we couldn't wait to try it
But never told us of the blood we'd have to shed to buy it!
Chorus:
We are brought forth with nothing we struggle for nothing
And then unto nothing return.
Though their words have no meaning - to question them: Treason!
Look back - watch the pages of history burn