There’s a shadow risen in the west
Driven by men looking for happiness
There’s a storm that comes from the east
Driven by men looking for release
And in between there are fields of blood
Waiting for the darkness and the rains to flood
And you won’t know how situations change
And you won’t feel a thing until you see it on the Front Page.
There are lands of beauty under the hammer
Lands of wonder under claw and wing
And in the twilight you might hear the voices
Raised in defiance as the chorus sings
“A united people will not be defeated
No one gets through if it’s war they bring”
But do far away these shouts of rage
And you won’t feel a thing until you see it on the Front Page.
In sulphurous pits and dirty alleys
Bargains are struck with hooded eyes
Unseen hands chart the landscape
The rooftops are thick with The Enemy’s spies.
And from our labour born of pain
They deal in death for political gain
But you won’t know the players on this stage
And you won’t feel a thing until you see it on the Front Page.
It’s from the north that the winter comes
With wind and snow and the sound of guns
And all those voices that you thought you heard
Are buried in paper, entombed with words.
All those voices that you thought you heard
Are buried in paper, entombed with words.
This doom has fallen on our age
And you won’t feel a thing until you see it on the Front Page.
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