Marillion - Forgotten Sons Lyrics
(derek disck/steve rothery/ pete trewavas/ micheal pointer/mark kelly/diz minnett/brian jellyman)Armalite, street lights, nightsightsSearching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighterDeath in the shadows hell maim you, hell wound you, hell kill youFor a long forgotten causeOn not so foreign shoresBoys baptised in warBoys baptised in warMorphine, chill scream, bad dreamServing as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbagsYour girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison penYour flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleepThe wounds that burn so deep, burn so deepYour mother sits on the edge of the world when the cameras start to rollPanoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing foldYour father drains another beer, hes one of the few that caresCrawling behind a saracens hull from the safety of his living room chairForgotten sonsForgotten sonsForgotten sonsAnd so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour I must fear evilFor I am but mortal and mortals can only dieAsking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchersThat parade the carpeted corridors of whitehallWho orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation in the guarded bureaucratic wombsMinister, minister care for your childrenOrder them not into damnationTo eliminate those who would trespass against youFor whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory for ever and everAmenAmenAmenAmenAmenAmenAmenHalt who goes there! - death!!Approach ... friendYoure just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisleWhen your childrens stony glances mournYour death in a terrorists smileThe bombers arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelvesAlley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hellForgotten sonsForgotten sonsFrom the dolequeue to the regiment a profession in a flashBut remember monday signings when from door to door you dashOn the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the costFor a second youll be famous but labelled posthumousRing-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall downRing-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall downRing-a-ring-o-rosesRing-a-ring-o-rosesRing-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall downForgotten sonForgotten sonForgotten sonTheyre still forgotten, theyre still still forgottenPeace on earth and mercy mild, mother brown has lost her childJust another forgotten son
