BURNT CROSS LYRICS

"Spectacle Of The Obscene"

Wreath’s been laid on the funeral parade,
Another Flag’s draped, media charade
Lining the streets to a dead mans welcome,
Rich man’s fodder, never born to govern
Mutilated bodies on a godless battlefield,
Sweet smell of victory? Just the scent of the kill
Figures entrenched on a barbed wire fence,
Symbols of oppression, masked as defence
Save me the spectacle of the obscene,
I don’t mean disrespect; I just don’t know what it means
Glorifying war, glorifying failures,
Young men carried to the arms of their saviours
So you’re telling me their protecting British interest,
Destroying more life, creating more mess
If you can’t explain what the fuck they’re fighting for,
Then why all the pride in the devastation of war?

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