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Faith Healer
02:21
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I won't need to put my faith in prayer
When 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 folk I now
Cannot sell what's ours, 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
And, if so...
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A New Midnight
02:54
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We will dance with searchlights as the sirens sing us home
Is there somewhere we can go?
As we hold our hands up to the fallout orange glow
Is there somewhere we can go?
Where the sun is a light that flickers on a concrete sky
And we'll hide
Find our next salvation in crusades of sticks and stones
Is there somewhere we can go?
As we build our churches out of hate and broken bones
Is there somewhere we can go?
Clocks will strike a new midnight
You and I will hide beneath beliefs that we call right
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Paper Rifles Edinburgh, UK
Acoustic/indie/punk/rock/singing/hectoring from Edinburgh. Anti-Manifesto and MTAT Records. Get to the chorus.
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