James Dean Bradfield Thirty Thousand Milk Bottles
Thirty thousand bottles
In a generation's hands
Holding all consistent
Clutching cold nourishment
Thirty thousand bottles
In a generation's hands
Thirty thousand milk bottles
For this is our demand
Thirty thousand bottles
Shall remember the love
Pouring back justice
From all that was caught
Reclaiming lives from the damned
For this is our land
For this is our land
Thirty thousand bottles
One for each lonely death
They must not be in vain
For the memory of the dispossessed
Thirty thousand bottles
They must not be in vain
Forever they shall, they shall remain
Thirty thousand bottles
Building beliefs and bones
A shared understanding
Beneath their gilded thrones
Thirty thousands bottles
In a generation's hands
Thirty thousand milk bottles
For this is our demand
Thirty thousand bottles
Shall remember the love
Pouring back justice
From all that was caught
Reclaiming lives from the damned
For this is our land
For this is our land
Thirty thousand bottles
One for each lonely death
They must not be in vain
For the memory of the dispossessed
Thirty thousand bottles
They must not be in vain
Forever they shall, they shall remain
