Where the Nightingale Sings - Gang Of Four, 3D, Nova Twins

Turn you back on London’s bitter pride

In melancholic isolation

Force-feed yourself sentimentality

With golden age mythology

A feudal lord doesn’t live no more

But in the night, the ravens call

False memories, fake history

Next you’ll talk of racial purity

When the nightingale sings

The knights around all cleave close

You were abiding

Well your name is not

Always one, simple relations

Walk away from anonymity

The fedual lords are rutheless no more

But in the night the ravens call

(Force-feed yourself sentimentality)

False memories, fake history

False memories

Fake history

Next you’ll talk of racial purity

When the nightingale sings

The knights around all cleave close

You were abiding

Well your name is not

(Force-feed yourself sentimentality)

When the nightingale sings

The knights around all cleave close

You were abiding

Well your name is not