There's an old man gently murmuring
To the memories he did tread
And he's haunted by those footsteps
Grandad where is your bed?
Your children did desert you
Cut you with words and you bled
And you bled
Sing it with me papa
It was your life that they bled
City pavement, abstract walking
Your halo has grown pale
Your heroes stand there barking
Unclean! You did fail
You did fail
Sing it with me Mama
It's your hands that they nail
And your children are they dying
For a world full of shade
For an old man slowly dying
For love, to our shame
To our shame
Sing it with me Mama
Without love to our shame
