Interpret:

Marillion

Album:

Script For A Jester's Tear

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 dog tags, flak rags, 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 
W 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 labeled posthumous