Marillion

FORGOTTEN SONS

Armalite,street lights, nightsights

     Searching the roofs for a sniper, viper, fighter

Death in the shadows he'll main you, wound you, 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 dogtags, flakrags, 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 when the cameras

     start to roll

Panoramic viewpoints resurrect the killing fold

     Your father drains another beer he's one of the few that cares

Crawling behind saracen's hull from the safety of hid living

     room chair - Forgotten Sons, Forgotten Sons, Forgotten Sons

 

And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolor

     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 carpetted corridors of

Whitehall,

     Who order desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation in

their 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 and the

     glory, forever and ever Amen - Halt who goes there, death,

approach friend

 

You're just another coffin on it's way down to the emerald aisle

     Where the children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile,

The bomber's arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves,

     Alleys sing with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell

Forgotten Sons

From the dolequeue 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

Forgotten Sons     Forgotten Sons

Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child

Just another Forgotten Son.

- Fish -