Skyclad
Skyclad - Brothers Beneath Skin lyrics
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Preached the Archbishop, from his High Catholic pulpit After the wine was thrilling, the cattlefax went raw Inbred home of beauty, often those who do their duty Respect the king, respect the clock, give honor to the law The communist made an answer to this back-room in Shrewsbury Marx and Lenin open by the wood writings on the floor You've been preaching 'kingdom come' but your factory's a slum It's brewing such a trouble as we've never seen before! We're Brothers! Brothers Beneath The Skin! They cried the town mechanic with a good booth mechanicaly "Oh, I am Heiland! Damn Thee! I'm the master of my soul!" My granddad was a peasant, and it wasn't very pleasant Without cinemas and birth-control and unions and the Dole Straight out the bastard, eternal need for failure A purple man take in your ... been a half Did you ever stopped to think as you drowned the sonic drink That the bombs who bruise the beach will have the last among the last We're Brothers! Brothers Beneath The Skin! Look what we have given them god and guns and discipline Syphilis and alcohol and missionaries and whips 'Til the cry came over the waves to emancipate the slaves They were doing very nicely 'til the white gods came in ships. Look! Dead Man! At this empire of suffering [Manco dracona] of an invidious color strand They can hear it, try not healing, the thoughts fall in concealing The last White is snuffed out in a toxic no-man's land We're Brothers! Brothers Beneath The Skin!