Bruce Cockburn - Grim Travellers lyrics
[Bruce Cockburn - Grim Travellers lyrics]
The ministers meet work on
The movement of goods
Also work on the movement of capital
Also work on the movement of human beings
As if we were so many cattle
Grim travellers in dawn skies
See the beauty makes you cry inside
It makes you angry and you don't know why
Grim travellers in dawn skies
Twelve mercenaries got weapons primed
Gonna take that African nation in record time
You wonder why they bother
Why not leave it alone?
They say "Every man wants to retire to
A place he can call his own"
Those grim travellers in dawn skies
They see the beauty makes them cry inside
It makes them angry and they don't know why
Grim travellers in dawn skies
Redness, richer than a rose
Blooms against the backdrop of
Somebody's white clothes
Bitter little girls and boys from
The Red Army Underground
They'd blow away Karl Marx if he
Had the nerve to come around
They're just grim travellers in dawn skies
They see the beauty makes them cry inside
It makes them angry and they don't know why
They're grim travellers in dawn skies
Down on the plain of ten thousand smokestacks
Trucks butt each other to establish dominance
The newspaper next to me leans
Over and says matter-of-factly
"Sacred mountain towers above meadows"
Uh, huh and above us
Grim travellers in dawn skies
I see the beauty it makes me cry inside
It makes me angry and I don't know why
We're grim travellers in dawn skies
The movement of goods
Also work on the movement of capital
Also work on the movement of human beings
As if we were so many cattle
Grim travellers in dawn skies
See the beauty makes you cry inside
It makes you angry and you don't know why
Grim travellers in dawn skies
Twelve mercenaries got weapons primed
Gonna take that African nation in record time
You wonder why they bother
Why not leave it alone?
They say "Every man wants to retire to
A place he can call his own"
Those grim travellers in dawn skies
They see the beauty makes them cry inside
It makes them angry and they don't know why
Grim travellers in dawn skies
Redness, richer than a rose
Blooms against the backdrop of
Somebody's white clothes
Bitter little girls and boys from
The Red Army Underground
They'd blow away Karl Marx if he
Had the nerve to come around
They're just grim travellers in dawn skies
They see the beauty makes them cry inside
It makes them angry and they don't know why
They're grim travellers in dawn skies
Down on the plain of ten thousand smokestacks
Trucks butt each other to establish dominance
The newspaper next to me leans
Over and says matter-of-factly
"Sacred mountain towers above meadows"
Uh, huh and above us
Grim travellers in dawn skies
I see the beauty it makes me cry inside
It makes me angry and I don't know why
We're grim travellers in dawn skies