Lyrics
Strangers in the soil, so hide your enmity
Are you living up to ghosts or does virtue disagree?
Use your gifts for good, rescue them from greed
Find a proper voice as the thistle in the wreath
Move them to truth, far from ruin
A barricade, the myth I made, the wolves at bay
I know that history fades and sympathy dithers away
The City's Son living under my thumb
You couldn't compromise so keep playing with fire
Move them to truth, far from ruin
A barricade, the myth I made, the wolves at bay
I know that history fades and sympathy dithers away