Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burn the Castle, artist - New Model Army. Date of issue: 25.08.2016
Song language: English
Burn the Castle |
| It’s like a great lord in his castle owns everything that we do |
| So we plough up his fields and tip our hats to the courtiers riding through |
| And we polish up his suits of armour and we guard his hordes of gold |
| In the hope that he’ll protect us but he will not protect us |
| Burn the castle |
| Down in the streets of Bedlam it’s left for a free-for-all |
| All fueled by debt and paranoia and rivers of alcohol |
| And the streets are filled with the sound of sirens but no ambulance in sight |
| While in the lighted windows of the turrets above |
| They count the takings for the night |
| Burn the castle |
| The smell of blood and buzzing flies |
| As around the corpses the posse of newsmen rides |
| To bring the fear and to bring it well |
| Same old, same old, same old… |
| You know there’s no great lord in the castle — just the courtiers and their men |
| And we’re still ploughing up their fields and wishing we could be like them |
| And we build their fleets of armour and we guard their hordes of gold |
| In the hope that they’ll protect us but they will not protect us |
| Burn the castle |