Beg Your Pardon

CHORUS: Beg the question, bend the truth, bail out the basement while there’s holes in the roof./

In the beginning they said there was light,/ Well there ain't much left of it now./ We're lost in the darkness, searching sound and sight/ Of an answer to the what, where or how./ We're talking 'bout freedom while we're locked in a cell,/ Dreaming of a world without war,/ Forced to live on the boundaries of hell/ Like no-one's ever thought of peace before./ But what's the point of preaching peace if it's something you don't feel?/ What's the point of talking love if you think that love ain't real/ Where's the hopes in hopelessness?/Where's the truth in lies?/ Don't hold my hand if you can't look me in the eyes.

CHORUS

In the beginning they said there was light/ But somebody's burnt out the fuse./And now we're all lost in eternal night/ Looking for a candle to use./ Lots of little candles, isolated hope,/ Frail little flames in the gale,/ Lost little people who just can't cope,/ Just knocking their heads on the nail./ What’s the point of talking freedom if you protect yourself?/ What's the point of preaching sharing as you accumulate your wealth?/ It's so easy to be giving if the things you give ain't real./ It's so easy to lie if you ignore the things you feel.

CHORUS

In the beginning they said there was light/ But we never had the eyes to see./But rather than struggling or putting up a fight/ We ran like lemmings to the sea./ No-one really wants to get it all together,/ It's easier just to grab what you can./ Everybody's going it, hell for leather,/ Building little castles in the sand./ Hypocrisy, delusion, lies, pretence, deceit,/ Think only of yourself and the world's at your feet./ I don't believe the things you say, you make bullshit of the truth./ The game you play's offensive and your life's the living proof.

CHORUS

In the beginning they said there was light/ But I'm tired of hearing their lies./ I'm tired of deceit, gonna put up a fight,/ I'm going to use my own eyes./ Gonna make MY decisions, live my own life,/ They can keep their darkness and gloom./ Hypocrisy, trickery, I've had enough,/ They can keep their destruction and doom./ I've only one life and I'll live it my way,/They can keep their restrictions and law./ And if they think different I’ll have one thing to say..."Fuck off 'cos I've heard it before."