Letras:Steve Towson. Shah Mat. All The Lords And Their Ladies.

A burning sun is setting down
Behind a crowded beach
And something in this tropical scene
Feels so obscene
I get the indication
It's the colour of my skin
That makes me feel so out of place
So alien

And the lords and their ladies walk on by
Staring down from their pedestals at me
Sometimes I wish I could swallow every single lie
So they let me be

I take a look to the right
See the rising of white pride
As goose-step gutless brownshirts
Return calling for genocide
They make their saints from our demons
And their leaders from madmen
Backed by big business
Religion and so-called gentlemen

And the lords and their ladies walk on by
Staring down from their high horses at me
Sometimes I wish I could swallow every single lie
So they let me be