No politicians, just compasion
Celebrity, its out of fashion
Innocence dont take a thrashin'
On the playground floor.
Constable paints awesome skies,
Intead of macing suspects eyes
Bankers pay is justified
and all nations come in peace.
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch tower;
Lighting up the beacons
to bring our riders home
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch tower;
Lighting up the beacons
to bring our riders home
Sun rises on the village green
Not digitised on a flat screen
Lovers kisses can be seen
Darkness holds no fear
Everyone drinks socially;
Not because they're crippled emotionally
and all our sleep is trouble free
wrapped up in caring arms
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch tower;
Lighting up the beacons
to bring our riders home
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch tower;
Lighting up the beacons
to bring our riders home
Our hopes are old and dressed in rags
The faded colour of many flags
and the, broken metal of our tags;
keeps this dream alive
Well, mistrust could never last
The future lives and not the past
We are only shadows cast
just trying to hold on
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch tower;
Lighting up the beacons
to bring our riders home
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