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Armalite (1), street lights, nightsights
     Searching the roofs for a sniper, viper, fighter
Death in the shadows he'll maim you, wound you, 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
(2)
      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 viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
     Your father drains another beer he's one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a Saracen's hull
(3)

      from the safety of his living room chair

Forgotten Sons, Forgotten Sons, Forgotten sons
 

And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolor (4)
      I must fear evil (5), 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 (6),
     Who order desecration, mutilation,

verbal masturbation in their guarded bureaucratic wombs


Minister, Minister (7) 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 its way down the emerald aisle
(8)
      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 shrapnell detonate a temporary hell

Forgotten Sons

From the dolequeue (9) to the regiment a profession in a flash,
     But remember Monday signings
(10)

      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
(11), Mother Brown has lost her child (12)

Just another Forgotten Son



Ring-a-ring-a-roses
(13), they all fall down,
     Ring-a-ring-a-roses, they all fall down

Forgotten Sons, Forgotten Sons
     They´re still forgotten
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
     Just another Forgotten Son

Ring-a-ring-a-roses, they all fall down,
     Ring-a-ring-a-roses, they all fall down,

Rule Britannia, rule Britannia
(14)
      Your children are all falling down, down, down
Forgotten Sons, desire Forgotten Sons, Forgotten Sons
     Your children, your children…
They are always forgotten

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