Requiem For A Dying

There' a government whip cracked a across your back Where the order of the day is don't listen attack See the blood run down in your blood swept town Revolution is the gimmick gonna jugle this clown Where the voice of the ammo for the tax mans gun Talk don't talk if you've nothing to say Walk don't walk if our feet don't know the way Requim for a dying song with a shimmy and a shake if you don't walk With the sun that lights the day Bring the darkness in the promise of another great shame With you my love With you my love With you I will return A requim for a dying son Grab the barrel by the face shoot the order release Shoot the bullet in your pocket turn away and retreat See the terror in the eye of the bloodshot child Only ruble in his belly is the promise of lust