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Wixsteman

Veteran
Location
At the edge
 
Politics & War


We're at war All the papers say
We will win I read today
We are strong It wasn't us
We are right Who started this?
Leave your work I just left school
Leave your home I am no fool
Take up arms It left me strong
Sound alarms The school bell rings

Sons of men who stand like gods
We give life to feed the cause
And run to ground our heathen foe
Our name will never die
This time will be forever

Join up here I wave goodbye
We need you Oh my breast sighs
Have no fear I must try
God will be with braver men
Take the vow I know its right
Praise the flag The good fight
We're at war I'm on my way
We will win Why do I pray?

Sons of men who stand like gods
We give life to feed the cause
And run to ground our heathen foe
Our name will never die
This time will be forever

I wait here in this hole
Playing poker with my soul
I hold the rifle close to me
It lights the way to keep me free
If I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home
If I die and still come home
Lay me where the rose is sown



View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lucQhKiuT0w


 
One industry destroyed (ship-building, on -presumably- the Clyde)
Another promised, but again, destroyed
(the 'Steel Town' is presumably Corby)

Here I stand with my own kin
At the end of everything
Finally the dream is gone
I've had enough of hanging on

I came here with all my friends
Leaving behind the wait of years
Leaving alone in a flood of tears
Out on a prospect that never ends
All the landscape was the mill
Grim as the reaper with a heart like hell
With a river of bodies flowing with the melt
Here was a future for hands of skill

We built it all with our own hands
But who could know we built on sand
But now it's barren all too soon
There is no miracle in ruin

We set the flame and it burned so blue
With open eyes I watched it grow
A sea of palms in an ocean of snow
Hands with the courage to start anew
Here was a home for the lost and scared
Out of the yards and run dry dock
The call of the steel that would never stop
Here was a refuge for those who dared

In a steeltown
When the heat's on
I went down
And the heat turned on me

There I stand with my own kin
At the end of everything
Finally the dream has gone
I've nothing left to hang upon

In a steeltown
When the heat's on
I went down
And the heat turned on me




View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTkGSI7nZFg
 
Could be about Trump??
Especially the 2nd verse?

A stranger came by traveling
He went to every door
He said he’d lost his people
He had come to look for more

And many did believe him
As he talked upon the square
The spell he wove upon us
Fills my body with despair

And in his eyes
Was the flame of the west
Until it burns
He never rests

He had the voice of an angel
And the face of a saint
And though they fell behind him
I knew what it was he meant

His eyes were full of demons
As he made the message clear
He strode the world like Caesar
With a trident held his fear

And in his eyes
Was the flame of the west
Until it burns
He never rests

It’s just how its always been
One man with a ruling dream
And everyone falls for him
Heroines in an ancient film

It’s just how its always been
One man with a ruling dream
And everyone falls for him
Heroines in an ancient film
Called the flame of the west

Look out for that stranger
If you pass him on your way
He never sees a danger,
In the darkening of the day

There will be dollars in his hand
He has all hell to pay
And he will pass them to you
If you promise you will stay

And in his eyes
Was the flame of the west
Until it burns
He never rests




View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDjMrVzJoLg
 
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