To Hell With The World - David Ford

Tired faces scream from their bright magazines

Got their fingernails clamped to the page

With a look of the born to be painfully ordinary gods of a desperate age

There’s no stories to tell, but there’s a spokesperson yelling

At a volume to drown out your voice

Saying «justice be done, there’s a change gonna come

But in secret and you won’t get a choice.»

So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl

You''ve been crazy to stay by my side

So let’s stand and let’s sing, and there are beautiful things

If you know the places they hide

And the band’s playing tunes that mean nothing to you

But you can dance better with the devil you know

All along I was taught to keep my head above the water

But I might just prefer it below

Yes, and maybe the greatest of heroes

Inhabit the stories that nobody hears

Yes, and maybe these songs that could''ve brought you to life

Weren’t allowed to come close to your ears

So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl

You''ve been crazy to stay by my side

So let’s stand and let’s sing, and there are beautiful things

If you know the places they hide

And they’ll hide from you darling, they will

Far away from the changing regimes

There’s a light, there’s a right, tonight isn''t as dark as it seems

So when victory comes at too heavy a price

Well, there’s honor in choosing defeat

Like the boy who was given the keys to the world

And decided to sleep in the street

So to hell with the world, oh, I still love you my girl

You''ve been crazy to stay by my side

So let’s stand and let’s sing, and there are these beautiful things

If you know the places they hide…