Wynford Bridge - The Flatliners

Flag bearers on the Wynford Bridge.

Have you choked on your arithmetic?

Are you in for tactful survival?

I hope the fire in their hearts,

Is enough to burn your bibles

Have you had enough of playing God?

Your weapons are automatic

And your faith is strong

And they’re crawling on their hands and knees

Through the mess you left with them

And they’re crawling on their hands and knees

Through the mess you left with them

The government official’s got the itch,

His trigger finger’s pointed at the kids.

Loaded literature ain’t selling this year

Can you tell me what’s the point of all of this?

Brush your days clean of the influence

Of uniformed men killing the world’s spirit

What an odd family dynamic

And they’re crawling on their hands and knees

Through the mess you left with them

And they’re crawling on their hands and knees

Through the mess you left with them

Uprooted degradation,

Leave every single inch abused and vacant.

Crawling on their hands and knees

Through the mess you left with them

And you’ll crawl to your grave on your hands and knees

For the mess you left with them

For the mess you left with them