Skullhead Green & Pleasant Land
See the anger, see the hatred running through this world
On the scrap heap at the age of 40 and now he doesn’t
work
Union bosses promised him safety, sold him out again
Now he sits alone and hides, sits to hide his shame
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See the dirt of all the ages ground in to my hands,
is this what I really worked for, is this my green and
pleasant land?
Sees the queues for work get longer retreats in to his
shell
Remembers the pride of his forefathers, but only now and
again
The anger in his mind grows stronger he doubts his sanity
Reduced to a beggar by the state a name, a number, one of
many
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The state of his mind is now in confusion as bad times
linger on
Tragedy, drama, comedy, the show has played too long
His grand finale is a short one with nowhere left to hide
He leaves the world another number, another suicide!
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