These missing links
They hold you down
Keep you from the songs
You’d love to sing
These missing links
They hold you down
Silencing the messages
You bring

In the darkness you always hear them calling
Creeping and crawling and gnawing and pawing
For the life that they will never live
You always meant so well
The gifts that they will never give
The ringing funeral bell
Closes the final page of wasted life

These missing links
They hold you down
Keep you from the songs
You’d love to sing
These missing links
They hold you down
Silencing the messages
You bring

Through the shadows you’ve always heard their voices
Their strange and crystal notions and the choices
And it was never how you meant to be
It never went this way
And the sights that you will never see
The words you cannot say
Meet within the corners…

Of broken hearts

It’s too much too fast
Too little too late
Too quick, too slow
To love, to hate

Maybe you walk just a little too fast
Maybe you’re tryin’ to do too much
Maybe you can’t make sense of all
The horrible things that go down
In a world that’s full of haters
And technological innovators

It’s too much too fast
Too little too late
Too quick, too slow
To love, to hate

You’re not alone, my brother
Draggin along on someone else’s feet

It may not have been the right way to go, Lord I know
But it was the only route I ever knew to take

So standing on the outside, it’s easy
To judge and make our own distinctions
Through the hazy fog and all the smoke
When standing so close to the painting
You know we don’t see nothing but the strokes
Nothing but the strokes

I know it was the wrong way to go, Lord I know
But it was the only choice I ever knew to make

And standing on the outside, it’s easy
To judge and make our own distinctions
Through the hazy fog and all the smoke
When standing so close to the painting
You know we don’t see nothing but the strokes
Nothing but the strokes

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There will be no more cheering
The tears away
All that remained but loyalty
Stripped away
Oh, my God, what have we done?

Walkin’ your dog down by the river ain’t your place
Think that we don’t notice the tear lines down your face?
You never had the writers touch
Hell, you never had very much
Piece it together man…

You never felt like you were crawling
But deep down we all knew you were
And if tomorrow you wake up and find
The family car drives over a land mine

Well who’s crawling now?

Piece it together man, you’re losing your touch
I suppose it may have been a bit too much for you
Pulled out of your homely homeland
And dropped into this God forsaken desert
With a rifle in your hand

World War Three isn’t what we were trying to build
From our United Nations chambers and EU halls
We never meant to get the bends
We never meant to make amends
Piece it together man, you’re losing your touch

Go to hell, bugger
Leave me alone
Slobbering southern chickadee
Lyin’ left and right and in-between
This world ain’t got much good
Goin’ for it anymore

Go to hell, bugger
Go to hell

So lets vote for peace
Lets keep the warplanes in the hangar
Lets keep the troops out of those
Peaceful terrorist nations
‘Cuz if we go to war
The bastards won’t be able
To kill our children anymore
Go to hell, bugger
Go to hell

Go to hell, bugger
Leave me alone
Selfish little cheeseheads
Always on the phone
This world ain’t got much good
Goin’ for it anymore

And while I sit the sirens scream
Frightened patience wastes away in moments

On the way out, we’re on the way up
Time to make our hasty escape
Before time runs too late

The pavement leaps away beneath us
Rushing with a vengeance and I see it
Towering from the skies in the west
No rest

And while we run the engines gun
And slow motion moments waste away in time

On the way out, we’re on the way up
Time to make our hasty escape
Before time runs too late

These airline seats small and fearless
Lead walls closed doors and I feel it
Billowing southeastern dust cloud
So loud

And while I sit the sirens scream
A million voices cry out their finalized words

Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are

Twinkle, twinkle, acid rain
A world of loneliness and pain
Is it for this so many died?
Million excuses, a million lies
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are

Wriggle, wriggle in your cave
There’s no-one here for you to save
In the end we’ll wonder why
The atom bombs ate up our sky
Wriggle, wriggle in your cave
There’s no-one here for you to save

(First Verse by Jane Taylor, 1806)

This strong city skyscape
It cries through the dark
Searching for power and hope
But you know I’m
At the end of my rope

It’s the end of the world
You know how to act now
It’s the end of the world
You know what to do now

Here I am
Walkin’ on the bridges we build
Standin’ on the men that we killed

But it’s the end of the world
You know how to act now
It’s the end of the world
You know what to do now

Listen to the sky
Humming motors out tonight
Falling bombs to set things right
How ironic
I might not have told the truth
In every second of my youth
But I think it’s time we moved
Before it’s too late

This strong city skyscape
It cries through the dark
Searching for power and hope
But you know I’m
At the end of my rope

It’s the end of the world
You know how to act now
It’s the end of the world
You know what to do now
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

It’s the end of the world
You know how to act now
It’s the end of the world
You know what to do now

(Here I am)
It’s the end of the world
(Walkin’ on the bridges we build)
You know how to act now
It’s the end of the world
(Standin’ on the men that we killed)
You know what to do now

Good morning, oh apologetic mournings
And from here until tomorrow we kill the lies
The men of war lay down their arms
Along side the bones of their bodies

The clock counts its way down like a bomb to the ground
And in the end all we have is endless safety
It was cold and it was silent when we passed this way
Flying on the wings of the Saviour
The wings of the Saviour

Good morning, oh apologetic mournings
And from here until tomorrow we kill the lies
On the wings of the Saviour