Armalite, 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 stream, bad dream
  Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags
Your friend has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
  Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sloop
The wounds that burn so deep.
Your mother sits on
No More Foolin' lyrics

Fair sex paralyzer, lipstick in a face
Spirit analizer, not one human trace
No need to cry
Roll the fuckin' dice, I'm a loser in a game
Gonna hurt my feelings, your only real aim
Feels like I die

You can play nice you get
 the edge of the world
  when the cameras start to roll
Panoramic viewpoints ressurect the killing fold
  Your father drains another beer he's one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a saracen's hull
  from the safety of his living room chair -
Forgotten Sons, Forgotten Sons, Forgotten Sons.
And so I patrol the valley of the shadow of the Tricolor
  I must fear evil for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless
  faceless watchers that stalk the carp
A Plain Morning lyrics


It is yet to be determined,
but the air is thick,
& my hope is feeling worn.
I'm missing home,
& I'm glad you're not a part of this,
there are parts of me that will be missed.
And the phone is always dead to me,
so I
eted corridors of Whitehall
Who order desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
  in their guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, Minister care for your children, order them not
  into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass
against you, for whose is the kingdom and 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
  Where the children's stoney glances mourn your death
in a terrorist's smil
Dope Hat lyrics

I peek into the hole, I struggle for control
The children love the show,
but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes
I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in
The crowd begins to g
e.
  The bomber's arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves,
Alleys sing with shrapnel dance in a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons
From the dolequeue to the regiment a profession in a flash,
  but remember Monday's signings when from door to door you dash,
On the news a nation mourns your 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, Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another Forgotten Son