Demoncrats Lyrics - Stations Of The Crass - Crass

I am not he, nor master, nor lord 

No crown to wear, no cross to bear in stations 

I am not he, nor shall be, warlord of nations 

These heroes have run before me, now dead upon the flesh piles, see? 

Waiting for their promised resurrection, there is none 

Nothing but the marker, crown or cross 

In stone upon these graves 

Promise of the ribbon was all it took 

Where only the strap would leave it's mark upon these slaves 

What flag to thrust into this flesh, rag, bandage, 

Mop in their flowing death 

Taken aside, they were pointed a way, for god, queen and country 

Now in silence they lie 

They ran before these masters, children of sorrow 

As slaves to that trilogy they had no future 

They believed in democracy, freedom of speech 

Yet dead on the flesh piles I hear no breath 

I hear no hope, no whisper of faith 

From those who have died for some others' privilege 

Out from your palaces, princes and queens 

Out from your churches, you clergy, you christs 

I'll neither live nor die for your dreams 

I'll make no subscription to your paradise