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Faith Healer
02:23
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I won't need to put my faith in prayer
If I fall down I know that you'll be there
From the cradle's rock to the graveyard's farewell
We are all Jock Tamson's bairns in Bevan's care
Tell me stories of '46
When a giant fell in a hail of bricks
And the sweat of man was a nation's call
Not to arms, but to wage a war
On the state of it all
Men with millions and hearts as dark
As the skin they fear and the cars they park
Cannot speak for me or the folks I know
Taint the soil in which we grow
Apathy's our only foe
So saddle up and here we go
Let's have the courage of those old convictions
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Am Ende Kommen Touristen
02:17
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Let's visit the sins of fathers on the sons they left
Weld the doors of history tight shut and hold our breath
Make a man a monster and excuse the human crime
Evil is a lazy word but we use it all the time
But soon, so soon, the tourists they will come
And pay their way through graves and gates
Of iron lies and dignity that dies
As they push play on audio tours
Our great mistake is begging not to borrow from the bank of all our faults
Where we burn books, the bones will surely follow
With the stains of ink and salt
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Sit tight, lay low, forget what you saw him do
A libertarian with a new t-shirt suntan
Who kicks on cue
It takes more than tv to civilise me
So, a leap of faith is all in the mind, the pride before the fall
So, a leap of faith is all in the mind that never thinks at all
Doors shut, lock down, heresy looks good on you
A man in holy cloth can tie the tightest knot
But still it moves
We read the books our fathers handed down
Take them all as gospel, solid ground
Sacrifice our reason to the flames
And burn
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Postscripts
02:09
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I'm not a writer, an author, but I believe in words more than they can let me say
Faith comes to anyone who closes their eyes, but the truth knows that there's a price to pay
I'm writing postscripts to letters that never leave the desktop that harbours my intent
I'd be the full stop, but this pencil never wants to witness that lead heavy lament
I see the changes, our language is following our species into self-destruction
Can we be judges on couches in living rooms who cannot find time for solutions?
Have you heard the news today?
Another life was torn away from this place
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