Lyrics Treading Underfoot - Broken Bones

Treading Underfoot

An artist paints a picture
Of a battlefield after war
Misplaced limbs, the stench of corpses
Yet our Leaders seek for more
Hung in a gallery a portrait to notice
But not to admire
A portrait unleashing the hatred
Of our leaders war desire
Treading Underfoot
They’re treading underfoot
Treading Underfoot
They’re treading underfoot
An artist paints a picture
Of our leaders in England
Misplaced minds, the stench of deception
Yet they still stay in command
Hung in a gallery a portrait to notice
A Portrait to hate
A portrait containing the misery
Of our declining, governing state
Treading Underfoot
They’re treading underfoot
Treading Underfoot
They’re treading underfoot
Treading Underfoot
They’re treading underfoot
Treading Underfoot
They’re treading underfoot
Now he paints a picture 'cos
He’s dead like all the rest
The paintings are worth thousands
He must have ranked amongst the best
The Government tried to ban them
And we what for
So stand and speak your mind
'Cos we don’t want their war
Treading Underfoot
They’re treading underfoot
Treading Underfoot
They’re treading underfoot