Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Pilgrim's Address, artist - Fish. Album song Fellini Days, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 01.05.2001
Record label: Derek W Dick
Song language: English
The Pilgrim's Address |
Mr. President, you don’t know my name, |
But you could find it if you really cared, |
because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues, |
All I ask for in return is the truth, |
Can we just be honest, I’ve heard that |
speech is free |
So please believe me that this address |
is sincere |
I’m no-one special, just a regular guy |
But I just can’t keep on wondering why |
That the shells we fired they now kill |
our own |
And we waste away like shadows in our |
homes. |
I fell from blue skies, fought through |
desert storms |
I froze in firefights and killed someone, |
That had a father who loved him just |
like mine |
Who believed the sacrifice was justified, |
In the name of freedom and in the name |
of God |
While shifting sands hid all our sins and |
all the blood |
In the wake of glory, |
I flew back home |
I watch videos at night in uniform |
Of those towns and cities |
being torn apart |
By those bombs that fool |
the people by being smart |
As they flew down chimneys along |
corridors |
And explode on film and everyone |
goes awe! |
And you read the stories about how |
no-one's killed |
And I think about the photo that I kept |
To remind me that it was all for real |
And the ghost that I’ve become wil |
be released |
To the sands still shifting that cover all |
the lies |
About what really happened and who |
really died |
Was it really worth it? |
Was it worth the cost? |
Did we really take the high ground or have we lost |
All the moral battles did we lose the war |
Mr. President I need to know for sure |
That with all this knowledge all |
this control |
That we were on the side of right |
after all |
That we weren’t lied to, that we weren’t used |
And the country that we fought for still |
upholds the truth |
Mr. President you don’t know my name |
but you could find it if you really cared |
It’s on a black wall on a cross of stone |
In the Balkan States, the Gulf and close |
to home |
On not so foreign islands out on city streets |
Mr. President just tell me why I’m here |
This is my question, this is my life this is my address |
Mr. President |