Patriots - The Magic Lantern

I’m told that I’m lazy

And I ought to be working

But the saints march like soldiers

Always staring at the ground

Always staring at the ground

But the ground

Don’t interest me

I’m a man

I was born to be free

With every new step you move further away

And you tell yourself, you’ll be yourself

After pay day

But before you’re broken you’re fragile like a lake

And as you’re eyes fight the shimmering light

Your face begins to brake

And it dissolves at the faintest touch

The ripples of the question don’t count for much

Cos' the boat that holds the problem can’t be rocked enough

We’ll need a storm of stones to groan and make the waters rough

Go build your towers

Tumbling through the sky

The bees all die early

But the honey will survive

Year the honey will survive

So sweet

You fight to get your feed

And now you’re done

Perhaps you’ll die of greed

So come on patriots

Come and burn a flag for me

In the ashes you’ll find

What you’re pride hides behind

The myth of an honest country

So come on patriots

Come and burn a flag for me

In the ashes you’ll find

What you’re pride hides behind

The myth of an honest country