Here's a story
about the rules of death or glory
To be learned by heart
by all children of men
It's the hour of the morning
on the day after the dawning
When the sun they said
would never set finally set again
Was it Cromwell or Orwell
who first led you to the stairwell
Which leads only forever
to kingdom come
Rushed alone by guiding
hands whispers of the promised land
They wished you luck
and handed you a gun
Life could be so handsome
Life could be so gay
We're going nowhere
But nowhere
nowhere's on our way
In the pub that night
Racking out the lines of shite
Putting to right
All of the world's great wrongs
Yes we thought that
they were brothers
Then they half murdered each other
Then they did a karaoke turn
And murdered our best song
Told the governor's wife
About the last night of his life
She turned away in tears
Called you a liar
Where are all the old dreams now
The batallions once so proud
Lost in some old song
and hanging on the old barbedwire
Life could be so handsome
It's all gonna be okay
We're going nowhere
But nowhere nowhere's on our way
Nowhere in the institutions
Did they teach that revolution
Was something that
could ever come to pass
Oh we tried one
once before
Was the king's head on the floor
And we got booted out the boozer
Cause someone smashed the glass
Life could be so handsome
Life could be okay
We're going nowhere
But nowhere
nowhere's on our way
Life could be so handsome
It's all gonna be okay
We're going nowhere
Cause nowhere
nowhere's on our way
Nowhere's on our way