Bring Our Children Home Or Everything Is Nothing - RX Bandits

Walk through the hall of reflection

There I bear my soul

For months I can’t live this way

Got used to uncomfortable

Faces leap from the mirror

Down and along the path

Each one that swears they have answers

To all the questions

That my lost heart could ask

And when the monarchy tires

They lust for violence

And so they send out the paupers

And their mothers crying

She singing «bring my children home»

She singing «bring my children home»

All that I learned in my life

I cannot afford to know

And as it constantly transforms

If theirs a meaning well it’s probably meaningless

And when the monarchy tires

Oh they lust for violence

To entertain all the paupers

And the fathers crying

They’re singing «bring my children home»

They’re singing «bring my children home»

Stand tall my brothers

Naked as a flame

You’re the one that their watching now

Give back the mother’s heart

Buried beneath the flame

Stay true my sisters

Impervious to their shame