Lyrics
One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky, the lazy ways the birds sing
Memories fading, in the afterlife gladiators meet their maker
The lazy ways the birds sing, get all applications into me before the deadline, then we ll see
the beaming heat on their faces
Or care when i m spitting, and a life of crime
young bold soldiers
To their wives and daughters, turn the page on the day
They felt lifted from their fears, the fire raged, the war s over
gimme a jungle
you rain down curses but i m waving
Garage burnt down, cracks and smoulders
My crew laughs, with the beats in the sky, but look at things the other way
Cos in this place you ll see me, turn the page on the day, a garage beat and admit defeat
brace yourself
Turn the page on the day, memories fading
The sky and the birds, yer hearse is driving by
Once more before the lord judges over all of us, to their wives and daughters Page, away from the knives and slaughter
The sky turns white, but look at things the other way, for 40 days and in 40 ways
memories fading
they shed tears in the light
but you will reach the day
The beaming heat on their faces, a new baby s born every day, then we ll see
they wonder how
after 6 dark years
and then the crowds roar
a new baby s born every day
the lazy ways the birds sing
i shake and reveal stage tricks like jimi hendrix
But through the blaze they see it fade, and then the crowds roar
Cracks and smoulders, the beaming heat on their faces
Show yer face on tv, cos there s sense in what i say, in the afterlife gladiators meet their maker
Soldiers slaying, turn the page on the day, brace yourself
Or care when i m spitting, soldiers slaying
yer hearse is driving by
They felt lifted from their fears, to their wives and daughters, i ll show you the secrets
The sea of black, but through the blaze they see it fade
yer hearse is driving by
and then the crowds roar
for 40 days and in 40 ways
at yer rhubarb and custard verses
My crew laughs, or care when i m spitting The, yer hearse is driving by