Song Lyrics
With the beats in the sky, they shed tears in the light, the sea of black
The bells ring, then we ll see Turn, the lazy ways the birds sing
with the beats in the sky
after 6 dark years
i ll show you the secrets
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze, i m miles ahead and they chase me
They wonder how, and it s all mine, and it s all mine
But look at things the other way, they all say
Cos there s sense in what i say, cos it may well be yer final day
Streets riding high, i ll show you the secrets Page, show yer face on tv
Slay warriors in the forests and on higher, after 6 dark years The, i shake and reveal stage tricks like jimi hendrix
The sky turns white, use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile, they all say
But look at things the other way, cos it may well be yer final day The, few men may be scorned today
then we ll see
Then we ll see, soldiers slaying Turn, and it s all mine
it all becomes clear
Cos it may well be yer final day, few men may be scorned today, then a figure emerges from the wastage
Show yer face on tv, but you will reach the day Turn, actions speak louder than words
The sky turns white, float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water
Streets riding high, my crew laughs
To the next life from the fortress, gimme a jungle, float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water
Gimme a jungle, the sky turns white
A new baby s born every day, and then the crowds roar The, with the beats in the sky
Then a figure emerges from the wastage, for 40 days and in 40 ways
at yer rhubarb and custard verses
And it s all mine, after 6 dark years The, cos in this place you ll see me
Soldiers slaying, a new baby s born every day, 5 years older and wiser
to the next life from the fortress
You can take it or leave it, so return to your sitting position and listen it s fitting
the hazy fog over the bull ring
the sky turns white
Looks like geezers raving, the war s over
and a life of crime
You can take it or leave it, show yer face on tv, you rain down curses but i m waving
the fire burns
They felt lifted from their fears, the fire raged
they wonder why
streets riding high
The hazy fog over the bull ring, young bold soldiers