Jon Valley - We Were The Hunted Then Lyrics
I want to, I want to'I want to tell you a storyI want to, I want to'I want to tell you a storyAbout a young boy lost in the dark.My best friend back in high schoolUse to say from time to timeThings like, 'All fags ought to have their wing-wongs cut offAnd/or be sent to an island'.I was not amused but I was still too confused to stand up and say anythingBecause in 1986, oh lord, what complications that could bringTo a high school boy of a certain typeNot that I knew who I wasNot that those feelings were ripe.(Oh look out now)When you live in a climate of fearThings are not always exactly clearWhen what you are is queerAnd the worst thing you can be called in the high school halls' was faggot.When your church implies that your maker will make youSuffer in the fires of hell for a period of timeThat cannot be defined because it never endsWhen to be known as one or suspected as oneWas to be an outcast of the highest degreeTo be ridiculed in the halls, pushed and threatenedWithout much help it would be safe to be betting'You're not very bloody likelyTo reveal the secret that has protected youYou're in no rush to tell anyoneSometimes your very own soul.The world was not wiredThat salvo had not been firedThis was years before Will and GraceOr the book of the faceHunted' hunted' hunted'We were cut off from each otherOur sisters, our brothersIsolated and unawareThat there were others out thereHunted' hunted' hunted'And always the dogs barking in the distance, always.Always searching, always tracking, always hunting.Even when you had suspectedThat you had just stared into a sympathetic pair of eyesYou must realizeThat to reach out across the voidWas to lower your defensesAnd to do so felt like leaving your sensesBecause it was a line that could not be uncrossedAnd so we let the moment expire.Dogs barking in the distanceDogs barking in the distanceDogs barking in the distanceWe were the hatedWe were the fearedWe were the misunderstoodWe were the huntedWe were just kidsWe were just peopleAlone in the dark' all alone in the dark.No!I was no saint and my best friend was no sinnerIn the game of casting stones there's so seldom a winnerYou've just got to learn to let go' if there's been a change of heartBecause we all get brainwashed in our own waysAnd according to the days we're assignedGo ahead, I dare you, cast that first stone.Far worse before my timeFar better after my time, but at press timeThere's still many miles to goEspecially round the globe.There's been heroes along the wayOf which I was not oneWho broke down the stone wallsThat will not be undoneSo out into the open the hushed could runI hope and pray before all is said and doneWe'll stand around the forest fire forever put outAnd in the cooled down assesWe'll sing and dance and shout.We were the hunted thenDenied our place back whenOh but never, no never, never again.We were the huntedWe were the huntedWe were the hunted then.We were the hunted thenDenied our place back whenOh but never, no never, never again.
