The rains move in eastwards in waves of succession. Drawing lines of grey across the sky. With history just as close as a hand on the shoulder. In hunger and impatience we cry. The battle against corruption rages in each corner. There must be something better something pure. And the call it is answered from the caves to the cities. Come the dealers of Salvation on Earth. We've seen the restless children at the head of the columns. Come to purify the future with the arrogance of youth. Nothing is as cruel as the righteousness of innocents. With automatic weapons and a gospel of the truth. Ch: Revolution for ever succession of the seasons. Within the blood of Nature all raised to rot and die. This purity is a lie. Now immaculate conception in sterilised laboratories. How the vanity goes on. Or in the message of the preacher with his morals and obsessions. The wars that we wage upon ourselves. Purity is a virtue purity is an angel. Purity is for madmen to make fools of us all. So forgive yourself my friend all this will soon be over. What happened here tonight is nothing at all. Ch: Revolution for ever . .. I will always see Brendan at that broken down piano. His fingers thick and red shaking on the keys. Battered by the years of alcohol and working. Still playing with the faith that never leaves. So sit us down buy us a drink tell us a good story. Sing us a song we know to be true. I don't give a damn that I never will be worthy. Fear is the only enemy that I still know.