Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forgotten Sons, artist - Marillion. Album song The Best Of Both Worlds, in the genre Прогрессивный рок
Date of issue: 23.02.1997
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Forgotten Sons |
Armalite, street lights, nightsights |
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter |
Death in the shadows he’ll maim you, he’ll wound you, he’ll kill you |
For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores |
Boys baptised in wars |
Morphine, chill scream, bad dream |
Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags |
Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen |
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep |
The wounds that burn so deep |
Your mother sits on the edge of the world |
When the cameras start to roll |
Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold |
Your father drains another beer, he’s one of the few that cares |
Crawling behind a Saracen’s hull from the safety of his living room chair |
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons |
And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour |
I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die |
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers |
That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall |
Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation |
I in the guarded bureaucratic wombs |
Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation |
To eliminate those who would trespass against you |
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen |
Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend |
You’re just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle |
When your children’s stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist’s smile |
The bomber’s arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves |
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell |
Forgotten Sons |
From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash |
But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash |
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost |
For a second you’ll be famous but labelled posthumous |
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons |
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child |
Just another forgotten son |