Your Gods won't tell you

from Live at the Troubador by Ben Holland

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Everyone who breathes here is guilty
He who's blood runs holds a grudge
In this prison nothing gets forgiven
Everyones a witness and a judge
So take care who that you talk to
Choose well who that you serve
Your Gods won't tell you though they aught to
We get the world we deserve

Up on the hill they're queuing for the gallows
The people spoke, the congregation sing
They're hanging heads from the edge of every window
The people choose, the clown became the king
The hunter looks along his rifle
His moral compass never swerves
The luck of the draw, the fight for survival
We get the world we deserve

There's a riot in the heart of the city
Two tigers born inside a cage
Father and mother, vengeance and mercy
Schizophrenics born of faith and rage
The bars were torn down from the prison
The warden's lost his nerve
And all the inmates cried to the sky
We get the world we deserve

Some believe that all chains should be broken
Some believe that freedom is a curse
While lies are sold and the truth remains unspoken
Hearts are emptied just to fill a purse
There's time enough to serve your endless sentence
To laugh and cry around this endless curve
But know your words are wasted on repentance
We get the world we deserve

There's a fire in the garden of eden
Like a sun it burns through the night
Like Maria who holds back her tears
For the darkness when he turns out the light
So take care who that you talk to
Choose well who that you serve
Your Gods won't tell you though they aught to
We get the world we deserve.

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from Live at the Troubador, released April 27, 2017
Ben Holland, Vocals, Guitar.
Ben McClean, Drums, Pint Glass.
Babu, Bass.

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