Who orders desecration, mutilation
And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolor
When the cameras start to roll,
Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you
That parade the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
For a second you'll be famous but labeled posthumous
Halt who goes there
Serving as numbers on dog tags, flak rags, sand bags
Asking questions, pleading answers
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
Your mother sits on the edge of the world
Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares
But remember, Monday signings went from door to door you dash
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
When your children's stony glances mourn
Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair
To eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory for ever and ever
Boys baptized in war, boys baptized in war
I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
They're still forgotten, they're still, still forgotten
You're just another coffin, on its way down the Emerald Isle
Forgotten son, forgotten son, forgotten son, forgotten son
Order them not into damnation
From the nameless faceless watchers
Verbal masturbation in the guarded bureaucratic wombs
Death
Minister, Minister care for your children
Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
The wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep
Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
Approach friend
Your death in a terrorist's smile
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons
The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the cost
