| I’ll sing to you of days departed
|
| Times when men proud and stouthearted
|
| Carved their names on history’s bloody page
|
| The corpse of chivalry long dead
|
| Is turning in his loamy bed
|
| Indignant at your new enlightened age
|
| White-collared knights at boardroom tables
|
| Dream their own financial fables
|
| Fight to make their incomes larger
|
| Mounted on their credit charges
|
| Held within the safety of this mundane existence
|
| Facing endless grey Mondays of dull nine to fives
|
| We all climb the social ladder with a dogged persistence
|
| Forging chains we shall carry for the rest of our lives
|
| We cannot see through clothes may maketh man they cannot give us shelter
|
| On this mortal helter-skelter if our loyalties are torn
|
| Between the values we believe in and the egos we are feeding
|
| We stand all together naked as the day that we were born
|
| And so cast off the lies that are our lives and find the truth within
|
| Skyclad! |
| The veil has lifted
|
| Skyclad! |
| Now I see through
|
| Skyclad! |
| Your mask of illusion
|
| Skyclad! |
| To the fake that is you
|
| Financial wizards read their spells from filofaxes
|
| Concrete hells of their own making pass for Avalon
|
| These men self-made by shrewd investing
|
| Spend their weekends child-molesting
|
| Lost in green-belt dreams they do no wrong
|
| Your mortgage payment rocket
|
| Like your blood pressure rising
|
| Executive stresses are the dragons you fight
|
| In your Armani armour you are practically shining
|
| So have no code of honor, you must always be right
|
| Just give me a simple life, my tastes are not demanding
|
| And whatever life may hand me I’ll accept it with good grace
|
| For I’m just a simple lad with few ideas about my station
|
| So ale and song will apt suffice to keep me in my place
|
| How can you know the cost of everything yet never see its worth?
|
| If you think because you’ve paid the piper you should call the tune
|
| Well think again my friend life is a gain of chance
|
| By Fate’s command we win or lose but still retain the right to choose
|
| If we should stumble on or shed our cares and dance
|
| Skyclad! |
| The veil has lifted
|
| Skyclad! |
| Now I see through
|
| Skyclad! |
| Your mask of illusion
|
| Skyclad! |
| To the fake that is you
|
| You charge each other for the time and breath it takes to say «good morning»
|
| But the truth is slowly dawning, things are getting out of hand
|
| We all pursue our shattered dreams along the roads to our own ruin
|
| Watch our empires sink and wash away like castles made of sand
|
| And so cast off the lies that are your lives and find the truth within |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Skyclad , by - Skyclad. Song from the album A Bellyful of Emptiness: The Very Best of the Noise Years 1991-1995, in the genre Фолк-метал