Purity - New Model Army

The rains move in eastwards, in waves of succession

Drawing lines of grey across the sky

With history just as close as a hand on the shoulder

In hunger and impatience we cry

The battle against corruption rages in each corner

There must be something better, something pure

And the call it is answered from the caves to the cities

Come the dealers of salvation on Earth

We’ve seen the restless children at the head of the columns

Come to purify the future with the arrogance of youth

Nothing is as cruel as the righteousness of innocence

With automatic weapons and a gospel of the truth

Revolution forever, succession of the seasons

Within the blood of nature, all raised to rot and die

This purity is a lie

Now immaculate conception in sterilised laboratories

How the vanity goes on

Or in the message of the preacher with his morals and obsessions

The wars that we wage upon ourselves

Purity is a virtue, purity is an angel

Purity is for madmen to make fools of us all

So forgive yourself my friend, all this will soon be over

What happened here tonight is nothing at all

Revolution forever, succession of the seasons

Within the blood of nature, all raised to rot and die

This purity is a lie

I will always see Brendan at that broken down piano

His fingers thick and red, shaking on the keys

Battered by the years of alcohol and working

Still playing with the faith that never leaves

So sit us down, buy us a drink, tell us a good story

Sing us a song we know to be true

I don’t give a damn that I never will be worthy

Fear is the only enemy that I still know