Marillion Forgotten Sons
Armalite, street lights, nightsights Searching the roofs for a sniper, viper fighter Death in the shadows he'll maim you, wound you, kill you for a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores, boys baptised in wars. Morphine, chill stream, bad dream Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags Your friend has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sloop The wounds that burn so deep. Your mother sits on the edge of the world when the cameras start to roll Panoramic viewpoints ressurect 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 I patrol 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 carpeted 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 and the power and 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 Where the children's stoney glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile. The bomber's arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves, Alleys sing with shrapnel dance in a temporary hell Forgotten Sons From the dolequeue to the regiment a profession in a flash, but remember Monday's signings when from door to door you dash, On the news a nation mourns your unknown soldier count the cost, For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous Forgotten Sons Forgotten Sons Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child Just another Forgotten Son
