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Ghost Dance – Missionary Position

The taller you are the higher you stand
The further you fall the harder you land
So is it all worthwhile
They say you’ve come far the civilised age
We’re living so well enjoying old age
Yet we die that much faster
A penance paid for all the sins of our fathers

Glory to the next born
Call the son and heir
The king is dead
Long live and God save the king

Sister becomes her father’s intention
Brother becomes his mother’s invention
It’s such happy families
Those missionary vows feelings bestowed
That which is Caesar’s, Caesar bestrode in nomonie patre

Preaching death and resurrection
Trading land for a strange reflection
selling guns and insurrection
Read and write the wrong direction

(Nobody else can hear what they say)
Like lambs to the slaughter
(Nobody else to turn away)
Like lambs who will follow the lead
To the chain that attaches you
The gun that dispatches you
Hearing their laughter – laughter
I’ll call the river
Tides come unto me
No-one but me can utilise your pride

Dust to dust
Are the towers that are falling to the ground
Taking your leave now
This your valedictory
Until the day when the tapes of stone shall sound
We will remember all the days of wine and roses
Past

Like lambs who will follow the lead
To the chain that attaches you
The gun that dispatches you
Hearing their laughter – laughter
Glory to the next born
Call the son and heir
The king is dead
Long live and God save the king

The taller you are the higher you stand
The further you fall the harder you land
So is it all worthwhile
They say you’ve come far the civilised age
We’re living so well enjoying old age
Yet we die that much faster
A penance paid for all the sins of our fathers
Preaching death and resurrection
Trading land for a strange reflection
Selling guns and insurrection
Read and write the wrong direction

(Nobody else can hear what they say)
Like lambs to the slaughter
(Nobody else to turn away)
Like lambs to the slaughter