who knows the journeys taken by the
just
over the saddened earth to find true
light
and not be blinded by the sudden
sight
of the fair city rising from the dust
when once is passed the desert of
distrust
and all have gone through the last
sleepless night
cold lacking comfort knowing that the
right
answer was coming that is human trust
each is ambassador to the new realm
where equal rulers crudely give reply
to those who cannot truly understand
the forces that will subtly overwhelm
the ragged armies of the ancient lie
and so bring justice to the angry
land
the job before us is to chop the hog
into constituent parts and serve the meat
to all the hungry cut up into neat
easily cooked servings none for the dog
but plenty to be seared upon the log
given a thorough and sufficient heat
and then served up for all the poor to eat
spreading good warmth throughout the cold and
fog
so much is duty and the common task
of ordinary service and the name
we give is cruel but the purpose just
to do the action that good heart may ask
of any decent players of the game
who know the meanings of both light and trust
call me a wimp and you will be a wreck
you stupid lad who tells tales out of school
just say the word i'll break your fucking neck
you seemed to think that nobody would check
the things you said that everything was cool
call me a wimp and you will be a wreck
you'll be destroyed naught left no single speck
and all they'll note is you were one more tool
just say the word i'll break your fucking neck
don't think i won't don't think i give a heck
for who you are or all the lies you drool
call me a wimp and you will be a wreck
so now you're silent now you hit the deck
full up with fear you've figured out the rule
just say the word i'll break your fucking neck
you have to understand that not a fleck
of pity will you get since you're the fool
call me a wimp and you will be a wreck
just say the word i'll break your fucking neck
the rain is over and sad clouds have passed
beyond the mountain to the hidden sea
where all our stillness has its time to be
acknowledged understood measured at last
but we the analysts are yet aghast
at all the pain of those who did not flee
the ultimate temptation that we see
in the hard present that is never past
obey the rules and that way you get by
the lesson taught almost from time of birth
is not sufficient to persuade the wise
they must ignore the message in each eye
the ruddy signal that comes down to earth
and dissipates the impact of old lies
all hearts are filled with horror and with
dread
we've hit the boundary of human reach
out here in the republic of the dead
there's no necessity to get ahead
once we have heard the words of the last speech
all hearts are filled with horror and with
dread
for this we struggled long to earn our bread
and bowed low as the vile old friars preach
out here in the republic of the dead
where are are equal in the weight of lead
but none will listen as the poor beseech
all hearts are filled with horror and with
dread
at every sound that penetrates the head
while silent men walk up and down the beach
out here in the republic of the dead
where none dare speak and all the good are fled
and what we learnt no one could ever teach
all hearts are filled with horror and with
dread
out here in the republic of the dead
we cannot grasp the current situation
our hands are not quite equal to the task
and comrade lenin's at the finland station
all sense has gone from leaders of the nation
while generals have all dived into flask
we cannot grasp the current situation
but know that it's no cause for celebration
as we have reached the bottom of the cask
and comrade lenin's at the finland station
we tried to impose rules of segregation
but found that there were things we could not
ask
we cannot grasp the current situation
the masses do not give us admiration
while idle rulers on far beaches bask
and comrade lenin's at the finland station
we find there is no true accommodation
they've seen the monster face behind the mask
we cannot grasp the current situation
and comrade lenin's at the finland station
there is no hope beyond the upper bound
of normal understanding where all mirth
fades into nonsense decent folk of worth
demand some movement onto higher ground
and are not angered at the empty sound
of foolish entities announcing birth
into a world of vacancy and dearth
of absence both astounding and profound
so when we choose against the very grain
of normal love and standardizing time
there is a point when each must hold the line
reject all silly choices and the stain
that comes when every turn must lead to crime
instead look up and note the noble sign
