I know that it happened, I know that story But that was years and years ago Still you're pushing and still you're claiming The pound of flesh you say
Översättning: New Model Army. Historia.
[time: 4:06] [Lyrics: New Model Army] [Music: New Model Army] Well we all learned how to use a fork and knife How sometimes we have to wear a suit and
Take away our history Take away our heroes Take away our values And leave us here with nothing We were in the garden of Eden Just as children mess around
When they look back at us and they write down their history What will they say about our generation? We're the ones who knew everything and still we did
wish you all the luck in the whole wide world May you never be broken like they say you will be Now lost in time, cut off from history This is not knowledge
lying awake listening to the noises in the house. With the best of them you ran, like all of us, in our season Casting memory aside - your history, all
faith we hold - our time will come . . . That which walks the corridors of power is a virus that mutates; immune to all resistance, and every turn of history
Chorus: Now, now the lights go out - there's no warning Now, now the lights go out - there's no reason Now, now the voices cry - we don't need you now History
- for justice, a land fit for all our futures Yes, I will fight for my country The land that I love so well Hear the voices of our history echo all around
a suit and tie And understand these things are what give us the right To go around the world acting superior We live with missiles and the armaments cache With rewritten histories
000 children were born into this world....they break like waves of hunger and desire upon these eroded shores....carrying the curses of history and a history
Laboratory animals die for me I live with my humility - humility November 1989, they're dancing on the Berlin Wall tonight I feel the flow of history
is set Glances round the table, eyes all shining, dark and bright We meet again at daybreak for the day that will be ours We're tomorrow's history So
Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every call So the forces gathered against the
so words you don't get to me! (don't get to me!) I'm one of the nicest niggaz with words in history (history!) UH! - A' Army solo on my "Armani" polo!