Politics

Lyrics
I watch the darkness from the inside of this under-heated train And see these villages I promised I would never see again My family used to till this soil, well now they lie beneath Catch my reflection and I wonder what the hell they'd make of me Wrought-iron bridges, Kiel Canal, well they'll outlive us all We're just shadows trembling softly in the calm before the storm My grandfather was a chess player and an honourable chap And he worked hard and he was wise, with an exquisite taste in hats Oh and he once told me how they'd toast in dialect Just like a king who is on the black square and he knows that he's in check Drink it up and fill your gut, but politics Son, keep your trap shut All these villages I've walked before, the mudflats and the lanes And the greyness and that sea air that does something to your brain I guess I'm just a humanist, humanity's OK But I cannot keep my mouth shut Man, I wasn't made that way Drinking in that pub the minute we were almost grown Not grown enough to realise I was no Sly Stallone 'Cos punk rock wasn't popular with the local Nazi fools I fled the punches and ended up hiding in the flowers behind the wall Drink it up and fill your gut, but politics Son, keep your trap shut
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- Zatopeks