His compassion is surrender
He stands up tall to let everybody down
My love is semi-automatic
What price now the boy who wears the crown?

Maybe I'll take my place in the black jackboot patrol
Disregard that erosive toad who's in control
Only he used to know, and we would do what we were told
Guess who's so surprised he's getting old

They are a host without faces
And they have no need for wings
They are no sons of mothers
Oh to be part of something

Maybe I'll take my place in the black jackboot patrol
Disregard that erosive toad who's in control
Only he used to know, and we would do what we were told
Guess who's so surprised he's getting old

And maybe your father's not quite who he was, when you were a son
And maybe your father's not quite who he was, when you were a son

My love is unrequited, even for myself
He didn't make you this way, for someone else
It must be him who put these thoughts in my head
Maybe now, they'll be careful where they tread

And maybe your father's not quite who he was, when you were a son
And maybe your father's not quite who he was, when you were a son

And maybe your father's not quite who he was, when you were a son
And maybe your father's not quite who he was, when you were a son

Sometimes I feel the need
For this descent into savagery
As I step outside to see
This uniformed menagerie
And I do it coz I don't believe
You could ever leave your cross for me
And I do it coz I don't believe
You ever cared about anything


Lyrics submitted by HalfJack

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