Lyrics The Dream - Declan Welsh and The Decadent West

The Dream

I replace my God with a nation then
I realise that was mistaken and now
I raise a flag that’s red and quote the works of writers dead
And gone, but do they all just kid me on?
Are they just stories, am I wrong?
It can’t be wrong to sing this song of workers rising from slumber
???, Marx and Sartre came to me in a dream
And asked me what team I batted for
Well Foucault sat there laughing in the corner
I stayed and discussed aid with Thomas Sankara
While Angela Davis and Rosa Luxemburg held court
I have seen the change that is coming at pace
Closer to standing than running but time to just dispense
And so my friends, we must march onwards and forwards
It is not a hope but a duty of the
The noble cause and the beauty of
The humble fight, La Lucha’s might
Is not but what we contribute
???, Marx and Sartre came to me in a dream
And asked me what team I batted for
Well Foucault sat there laughing in the corner
I stayed and discussed aid with Thomas Sankara
While Angela Davis and Rosa Luxemburg held court
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