Wynford Bridge

Flag bearers on the Wynford Bridge. Have you choked on your arithmetic? Are you in for tactful survival? I hope the fire in their hearts, Is enough to burn your bibles Have you had enough of playing God? Your weapons are automatic And your faith is strong

And they're crawling on their hands and knees Through the mess you left with them And they're crawling on their hands and knees Through the mess you left with them

The government official's got the itch, His trigger finger's pointed at the kids. Loaded literature ain't selling this year Can you tell me what's the point of all of this? Brush your days clean of the influence Of uniformed men killing the world's spirit What an odd family dynamic

And they're crawling on their hands and knees Through the mess you left with them And they're crawling on their hands and knees Through the mess you left with them

Uprooted degradation, Leave every single inch abused and vacant.

Crawling on their hands and knees Through the mess you left with them And you'll crawl to your grave on your hands and knees For the mess you left with them For the mess you left with them