The Sword
Our role models were no visionaries
They were in it for the thrill
Now we put their names on bridges and streets
And they must be laughing, ha ha ha
As they look up women's skirts
So it shouldn't come as a surprise
That anxiety is on the rise
As we strip away the guise
Of the ones we were taught to idolize
It takes a certain type to do the things
That no one does in times of need
Ooh, but there's a downside baby
A dark side baby, the wild side
Pretty soon they'll start to shoot
And we will be put back on mute
So they can cover up the truth
About the ones whom we salute
Should I be grateful or should I feel sick?
Ghosts all around us feed on fear
Tears are cheap and blood is dear
Heroes rise and mortals fall
The sword always takes them all
Nothing's fair in love and war
Come inside and close the door
Our role models were no visionaries
They were in it for the thrill
Now we put their names on bridges and streets
And they must be laughing, ha ha ha
As they look up women's skirts
So it shouldn't come as a surprise
That anxiety is on the rise
As we strip away the guise
Of the ones we were taught to idolize
Heroes rise and mortals fall
The sword always takes them all
Nothing's fair in love and war
Come inside and close the door
They were in it for the thrill
Now we put their names on bridges and streets
And they must be laughing, ha ha ha
As they look up women's skirts
So it shouldn't come as a surprise
That anxiety is on the rise
As we strip away the guise
Of the ones we were taught to idolize
It takes a certain type to do the things
That no one does in times of need
Ooh, but there's a downside baby
A dark side baby, the wild side
Pretty soon they'll start to shoot
And we will be put back on mute
So they can cover up the truth
About the ones whom we salute
Should I be grateful or should I feel sick?
Ghosts all around us feed on fear
Tears are cheap and blood is dear
Heroes rise and mortals fall
The sword always takes them all
Nothing's fair in love and war
Come inside and close the door
Our role models were no visionaries
They were in it for the thrill
Now we put their names on bridges and streets
And they must be laughing, ha ha ha
As they look up women's skirts
So it shouldn't come as a surprise
That anxiety is on the rise
As we strip away the guise
Of the ones we were taught to idolize
Heroes rise and mortals fall
The sword always takes them all
Nothing's fair in love and war
Come inside and close the door
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Writer(s): Burton Badman
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