Saviour, baby, lunatic – poet, painter, heretic
The names mean nothing to me
Just spirits moving free, towards the energy flame
You painted us out of your scene centuries ago
Grey over green, grey over green
Now that you’ve learned
Now you won’t burn the heretics
You’re learning fast you understand, don’t even have to raise your hand
To get your way
Just keep them down keep them low, give them nowhere else to go
But stay
Hands to your machines, no time to think no time to dream
Lies on the screen, burn better than kerosene
Now that you’ve learned
Now you won’t burn the heretics