| Here’s a story about the rules of death or glory
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| To be learned by heart by all children of men
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| It’s the hour of the morning on the day after the dawning
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| When the sun they said would never set finally set again
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| Was it Cromwell or Orwell who first led you to the stairwell
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| Which leads only forever to kingdom come
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| Rushed along by guiding hands whispers of the promised land
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| They wished you luck and handed you a gun
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| Life could be so handsome
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| Life could be so gay
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| We’re going nowhere
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| But nowhere, nowhere’s on our way
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| In the pub that night
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| Racking out the lines of shite
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| Putting to right
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| All of the world’s great wrongs
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| Yes we thought that they were brothers
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| Then they half-murdered each other
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| Then they did a karaoke turn
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| And murdered our best song
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| Told the governor’s wife
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| About the last night of his life
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| She turned away in tears
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| Called you a liar
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| Where are all the old dreams now?
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| The batallions, once so proud
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| Lost in some old song and hanging on the old barbedwire
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| Life could be so handsome
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| It’s all gonna be okay
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| We’re going nowhere
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| But nowhere, nowhere’s on our way
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| Nowhere in the institutions
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| Did they teach that revolution
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| Was something that could ever come to pass
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| Oh we tried one, once before
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| Was the king’s head on the floor
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| And we got booted out the boozer
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| Cause someone smashed the glass
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| Life could be so handsome
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| Life could be okay
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| We’re going nowhere
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| But nowhere, nowhere’s on our way
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| Life could be so handsome
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| It’s all gonna be okay
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| We’re going nowhere
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| Cause nowhere, nowhere’s on our way
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| Nowhere’s on our way |