There’s a universal shift
A continental drift
From grasslands to urban abyss
Oh my Aunties dying here
With questions in her ear
She’s lost from her world in fear
Her contemporary soldiers
Climbed upon the shoulders
living for war as they grew older
And their kind populates
The leaders of the state
The state now has us irate
What were you defending
Medieval never ending
The darkness of false light bending
It is treachery we know
Can not turn off the show
It hits you in moments
When you are alone
CH: Sit with me a bit
And watch the bombs riff
There must be someway
Not to get hit
I’ve read how gentry felt
When great old Europe fell
Now it is the poor who melt
And the people took the King
They clipped his purple wing
Made you think you held the ring
At least Jacobites
Had class & divine right
Now we have leaders whose speeches they can’t right
CH
There’s a fork in Bunker Hill
For all the soldiers killed
Before companies stole our will
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