(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) (Remember looking at the haunted race, bowed down to the storm? Remember searching for a familiar face with no one there To mourn?) Staring at silent screams Plastic tubes to carry fading dreams Preacher, servant in their hall Warm blood on the palace wall Those who dine alone in hell Wearing grief in their lapel Drop small change in wishing well The haunted tears that never fell Someone's dragging a ball and chain Looking for you in the pouring rain While those who care give silent prayer for lovers going home If there was a brickwork surrounding the New York precinct If there were secrets locked in steel If there was a button you could press on the luck machine If there was a place for wounds to heal If you were born in the barbwire of your mother's womb If you were hungry before you died If you say you left your bath all clean and white You know, I know you lied Remember the poet who said it first He was speaking of you and your difficult birth How you care and say your prayer for lovers going home Drinking from an empty cup Waiting for the room to grow Whispered sounds that can't be heard And no one knows Children who don't mind the rain Yet have no wish to die Whatever your own world could've been You'd feel better if you could cry
Dawn is breaking in the graveyard People massing in the street Trampled heads beneath their feet Children playing with the dead Silver spoons stained with red Watching through a widow's veil As Caesar desecrates the Holy Grail You sit all alone in your front row seat You look so small and frail You're mud on the feet of the men you've damned You're darkness come too soon You should be selling two-bit watches and girly photographs Masterpiece in ruin You're pantomime of old world courtesy You should have a degree for how-o-lotry You should be a castrated in an apartment tower With no technology Did you ever listen to the poles opposed to you Did you ever stop to ask? Did you ever smile and hide your wasted lips Did you ever lift your mask? Did you ever walk with your feet on by Did you ever take your place in line? Did you know that you belong Where wrong is right and right is wrong? Did you really think that you'd be left where War is life and life is death?