as I walk beneath the valley,
I shall fear no evil,
for thanks to King George and his rainbow cabinet,
today murder is legal
God I know that it’s wrong,
to kill my brother for what he hasn’t done,
and as the planes blacken the sky,
it sounds like heaven is falling,
it sounds like heaven is falling,
you promised me a new day a dawning
I’ve seen a thousand points of light,
like so many points of hatred, shame and horror
God I want to be a man,
but I don’t want to die with a rifle in my hand,
and as the planes blacken . . .
well nothing here looks new to me,
but a score of mothers sons,
caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.
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