Blood is a river
Flowing darkly amidst
the tangled oots of
the tall shining city
Crazy flowing mantide migrations
Engorge the big ventricle
of heartbroken America
So many heaven hoping
hopeful groping breathers
All tap together quietly
and desperately in unison
Hey,hey,hey is anybody listening
News from the front
News from the front
We're living in troubled times
So many fighting for their lives
Why do the troops despise
the news from the front
Ignorance is the root of fear
Fear is the kindling of anger
War is the bringer of shame
But never has the burden lain
so heavily upon the victim
Rage and desolation
Pain and loneliness
Isn't it all alarmingly familiar
Hey,hey,heysilence is a killer
News from the front
News from the front
Yeah these are troubled times
How many more will have to die
Before the governors can't
deny the news from the front
<Interlude>
Break down the barriers
ally the carriers
What is your motivation
Take a good look in the mirror
News from the front
News from the front
So many are fighting
for their lives
How many more will have to die
Why does the government decry
the news from the front
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born