Ocean Colour Scene - Men of Such Opinion lyrics
[Ocean Colour Scene - Men of Such Opinion lyrics]
Summer death, slow step
Walk behind the mother of the
Thirteen year old brown-eyed boy
Attitudes, attitudes
Sloganized by middle boots
The men who slogged the brown-eyed boy
And it's the end of everything
That you've been told about decency, honesty
And it's the end of holding back
And breaking bones and building bombs
And hanging witch hunts conducted by
Men of such opinion
Summer death, slow step
Walk behind the mother of the
Thirteen year old brown-eyed boy
Attitudes, attitudes
Sloganized by middle boots
The men who slogged the brown-eyed boy
And it's the end of building roads to
Load the dead to someone else's field
And it's the end of falling back
On breaking backs and aching handshakes
And playing fields conducted by
Men of such opinion
But the fathers crossed you boys
I fire so heaven knows it only righteous folk
But righteous taste hold the
Keys to sitting grace
To conduct and to proclaim decisions
Made of such opinions
And it's the time of summer days
When children sing about the killing fields
Winter melts the snow and knees
Will crack on rock and the iron on earth
Beneath the dearth bequeathed
Mailshots by men of such opinion
Walk behind the mother of the
Thirteen year old brown-eyed boy
Attitudes, attitudes
Sloganized by middle boots
The men who slogged the brown-eyed boy
And it's the end of everything
That you've been told about decency, honesty
And it's the end of holding back
And breaking bones and building bombs
And hanging witch hunts conducted by
Men of such opinion
Summer death, slow step
Walk behind the mother of the
Thirteen year old brown-eyed boy
Attitudes, attitudes
Sloganized by middle boots
The men who slogged the brown-eyed boy
And it's the end of building roads to
Load the dead to someone else's field
And it's the end of falling back
On breaking backs and aching handshakes
And playing fields conducted by
Men of such opinion
But the fathers crossed you boys
I fire so heaven knows it only righteous folk
But righteous taste hold the
Keys to sitting grace
To conduct and to proclaim decisions
Made of such opinions
And it's the time of summer days
When children sing about the killing fields
Winter melts the snow and knees
Will crack on rock and the iron on earth
Beneath the dearth bequeathed
Mailshots by men of such opinion