Brave Faces

Ive seen faces in the window
Ive seen faces in the street
They walk and talk of nothing
Ive known many restless summers
The sand dunes I imagine
A place without a postcard
Flower people were so beautiful
But straight and louds the way
Good luck the beatnik spirit
The talk of politicians
The sentences of cynics
Are the sentences of childhood

Theyre all talking shit to me

Out-talked by the mass media
To pay the bills it lies
And the lies we eat for breakfast
Brave faces face the boardroom
The oak stained walls fall silent
They leave lined with defeat

And they got those tears in their eyes
Well it makes no sense to me

Why dont they understand
Were so ordinary too
I saw the exits closing now
Pain and passions my point of view
Well theres nothing like the truth

Ive seen men that have been marked out
Ruled out by grim assassins
They fell hard on instant replay
And Im never going there well the place I see so much better
Cos it makes no sense to me
I saw the exits closing now
Burning mountains, burning paper
Burning all around and later

(moginie/garrett)