Frank Turner - The Fisher King Blues lyrics

Parents, don't be too kind to your kids
Or else how will they grow up to be
Louche Parisian sinners or
Nashville country singers
Singing about the terrible things
Their parents did?
Lovers, don't be sparing with the truth
Break their hearts if that's what you must do
Fill them with remorse
Tinged with hope of course
And let their baser instincts
Pull them through

And though it seems a little strange to me
People never really change, it seems
And all across America
Waitresses and boys who play guitar
They fall in love and they fall out
The boys have something to sing about
The girls go drown their sorrows at the bars
While in front rooms all
Across the old country
Sat spellbound in front of their TVs
The younger brothers and sisters wonder
At what they're missing
And wonder how the air tastes
When you're really free

And though it seems a little strange to me
People never really change, it seems
We're all broken boys and girls, at heart
Come together fall apart

And in Battersea power station
The fisher king
Ponders on his ruin, among many other things
He folds his broken hands
Surveys his barren lands
And prays for hope to whisper on the wind

‘Cause we were born without reason
We’ll die without meaning
And the world will not shrug all
That much at our passing
You can try and try and try
No one ever makes it out alive
No one ever makes it out alive

All you broken boys and girls
With your tattered flags unfurled
Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king
All you broken boys and girls
With your tattered flags unfurled
Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king
All you broken boys and girls
With your tattered flags unfurled
Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king
Won't you fix yourselves to
Fix the fisher king?
Won't you fix yourselves to
Fix the fisher king?