Crass - Demoncrats Lyrics
I am not he, nor master, nor lordNo crown to wear, no cross to bear in stationsI am not he, nor shall be, warlord of nationsThese heroes have run before me, now dead upon the flesh piles, see?Waiting for their promised resurrection, there is noneNothing but the marker, crown or crossIn stone upon these gravesPromise of the ribbon was all it tookWhere only the strap would leave it's mark upon these slavesWhat flag to thrust into this flesh, rag, bandage,Mop in their flowing deathTaken aside, they were pointed a way, for god, queen and countryNow in silence they lieThey ran before these masters, children of sorrowAs slaves to that trilogy they had no futureThey believed in democracy, freedom of speechYet dead on the flesh piles I hear no breathI hear no hope, no whisper of faithFrom those who have died for some others' privilegeOut from your palaces, princes and queensOut from your churches, you clergy, you christsI'll neither live nor die for your dreamsI'll make no subscription to your paradise
