Don't Shout (feat. Meg Morgan)

Don't shout "revolution" in my ear It is an ugly, unforgiving term Beyond which all illusions, all illusions disappear And cities starve to death, and towns burn Don't question peace if you have not seen war With its perfume of stale shit and terror If you have never had, have never had to kill before Don't go around playing Robespierre Tanks will not stop for roses and songs They have no tires and your thorns won't take Whatever else you do, don't take, don't take, don't take too long To calculate the price of your mistake It's fellow students trampled in protests It's bloated corpses littering the street The endless lottery of the arrests And prison camps - like temples to concrete It's gutted churches, it's typhoid swells It's unexploded ordnance in the ground It's fields that won't produce, that won't produce, it's poisoned wells And no one - who's not afraid - around Don't shout "revolution", "revolution" in my ear It is an ugly, unforgiving term Beyond which all illusions, all illusions disappear And cities starve to death, and towns burn