The gulls are coming in off the coast
The smell of corpses pulled them in
Mass graves uncovered, must be abroad - it can't be here
I can sense your violence, but I still don't understand
How when the past stops dead and you've got the future
In the palm of your hand
Run quick through noble streets
Where killers hide
While freaks get bricks in windows
And foreigners get hushed-up trials
And you're waiting for a knock at the door
Which'll tell you if you'll spend the next few years
Freed from life attacked by petrol bombs
The price of bread went up five pence today
And an immigrant was kicked to death again
And I'm scared for my life for the first time in it
And we've known all along that a home can put your life at risk
So I guess we'll just disperse again
The crows are coming off the land
The easy targets lure them in
Forced trials on Earth
Don't be absurd it can't be here
Until we find a place to settle
We'll just keep moving on
We stay in flocks like birds, no one dares to move along
Across a sea of bleached corpses
Chased by death in all its forms
Over mountains, under suns
We shoot to kill yet shoot for fun
Across a desert's burning skies, we never stop to sleep and eat
Death always finds us in the end; it's very shadows, every weak beat
Over hot hills, brooks and plains
A killer wants to see us slain
Over fields of wheat and grain, through the endless, pouring rain
Why can we never find a safe place to land?
Where we find ourselves through God's providing hand
Imperials in every game
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