MARILLION - Forgotten Sons lyrics
rate me(derek disck/steve rothery/ pete trewavas/ micheal pointer/mark kelly/diz minnett/brian jellyman)<br><br>Armalite, street lights, nightsights<br>Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter<br>Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you<br>For a long forgotten cause<br>On not so foreign shores<br>Boys baptised in war<br>Boys baptised in war<br><br>Morphine, chill scream, bad dream<br>Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags<br>Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen<br>Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep<br>The wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep<br><br>Your mother sits on the edge of the world when the cameras start to roll<br>Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold<br>Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares<br>Crawling behind a saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair<br>Forgotten sons<br>Forgotten sons<br>Forgotten sons<br><br>And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour I must fear evil<br>For I am but mortal and mortals can only die<br>Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers<br>That parade the carpeted corridors of whitehall<br>Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation in the guarded bureaucratic wombs<br>Minister, minister care for your children<br>Order them not into damnation<br>To eliminate those who would trespass against you<br>For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory for ever and ever<br>Amen<br>Amen<br>Amen<br>Amen<br>Amen<br>Amen<br>Amen<br><br>Halt who goes there! - death!!<br>Approach ... friend<br>You're just another coffin on it's way down the emerald aisle<br>When your children's stony glances mourn<br>Your death in a terrorist's smile<br>The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves<br>Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell<br>Forgotten sons<br>Forgotten sons<br><br>From the dolequeue to the regiment a profession in a flash<br>But remember monday signings when from door to door you dash<br>On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the cost<br>For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous<br><br>Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down<br>Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down<br>Ring-a-ring-o-roses<br>Ring-a-ring-o-roses<br>Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down<br><br>Forgotten son<br>Forgotten son<br>Forgotten son<br>They're still forgotten, they're still still forgotten<br>Peace on earth and mercy mild, mother brown has lost her child<br>Just another forgotten son
