We Are All Gunmen

No politicians, just compassion.
Celebrity, it's out of fashion.
Innocence don't take a thrashin',
on the playground floor.
Constable paints awesome skies,
instead of macing suspects eyes and
bankers pay is justified.
And all nations come in peace.
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch towers.
Lighting up the beacons,
to bring our riders home.
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch towers.
Lighting up the beacons,
to bring our riders... home.
Sun rises on the village green,
not digitised on a flat screen and
lovers' kisses can be seen.
Darkness holds no fear.
Everyone drinks socially,
not because they're crippled emotionally and
all our sleep is trouble free,
wrapped up in caring arms.
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch towers.
Lighting up the beacons,
to bring our riders home.
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch towers.
Lighting up the beacons,
to bring our riders... home.
Our hopes are old and dressed in rags,
the faded colour of many flags and
the broken metal of our tags,
keeps this dream alive.
Well mistrust could never last.
The future lives and not the past.
We are only shadows cast,
just trying to hold on.
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch towers.
Lighting up the beacons,
to bring our riders home.
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch towers.
Lighting up the beacons,
to bring our riders... home.
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch towers.
Lighting up the beacons,
to bring our riders home.
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch towers.
Lighting up the beacons,
to bring our riders... home.