《The Charge (BBC In Concert 5th Nov 1990)》歌词

[00:04:20] The Charge (BBC In Concert 5th Nov 1990) - New Model Army

[00:04:20] Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls

[00:04:20] In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every call

[00:04:20] So the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in their side

[00:04:20] A brave new world is beckoning so the olden world must die.

[00:04:20] In the offices of the city, at all the tables of oak and power

[00:04:20] The snares are laid and baited for the approaching of the hour

[00:04:20] A hundred justifications and the presses are ready to roll

[00:04:20] The gateways to the nation they are firmly under control

[00:04:20] Ch: On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back

[00:04:20] We went galloping down the blackened hills

[00:04:20] And into the gaping trap

[00:04:20] The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead

[00:04:20] Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds

[00:04:20] We called for some assistance from the friends that we had known

[00:04:20] But this is the 1980s and we were on our own

[00:04:20] We never felt like heroes or martyrs to a cause

[00:04:20] Just battle-weary soldiers in a bloody civil war

[00:04:20] The massacre now is over and the order new enshrined

[00:04:20] While a quarter of the nation are abandoned far behind

[00:04:20] Their leaders offer the clich茅 words, so righteous in defeat

[00:04:20] But no one needs morality when there isn't enough to eat

[00:04:20] The unity bond is broken and the loyalty songs are fake

[00:04:20] I'll screw my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake

[00:04:20] We only cry in private here behind the shuttered glass

[00:04:20] When we think of the charge of this brigade, the severing of the past

[00:04:20] Ch: On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back

[00:04:20] We went galloping down the blackened hills

[00:04:20] And into the gaping trap

[00:04:20] The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead

[00:04:20] Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds