Same Old

Same Old

Fingers of the cross, points of the moon
Bells of the poor, so out of tune
The drums of war for the children
Corruptors' applause, scriptures galore
Ledgers and laws keeping it all wholesome and holy
Love and glory for the millions

What do you want to do with your life?
Do you want to see it brutally stifled?
Withered and died 'cos you couldn't choose a side
Hold on to your pride, find a hole you can hide in
Away from the fighting and insanity
What do you want to do with your world?
Do you want to see it beautifully burning?
Burnt to a crisp 'cos you couldn't put in your shift
Or even raise a fist; go find a desert to escape to
Away from the present that hates you for your faith in fatality
Saying what has to be simply has to be

Same old, same old; cold shoulders getting colder
Same old, same old but it ain't over till it's over

Stars of the cross, the face of the moon
Songs of yore, footsteps and tunes
Long before we came in our millions
Disruptors galore, green to the core
Unwise and unsure of what it's all for
Forever forward, blinded by the brilliance

What did you do with your life?
Did you have a blue, go for the title?
Chided and derided for your stance and guile
Took every chance and wouldn't be stifled
Refused to dance to the tune of fatality
What did you want for your beautiful world?
For your boy or your girl
Were your colours unfurled high in the sky?
With all your reasons why, and for what you would die
How you tried and you tried for a change in reality
Of what some say has to be that really doesn't have to be

Same old, same old; love is bold and getting bolder
Same old, same old saying it ain't over till it's over
Same old, same old; take the weight upon your shoulders
Same old, same old but it ain't over till it's over
No, it ain't over till it's over; I'm saying it ain't over till it's over