(Spoken Intro) People This is not a film This is my song Now pick up your shovel and Dig
I don't want to bring your Gods down babe I don't want to bring your Gods down babe Their flesh and blood for you too real The wine that flows from their nostrils Too red Their master strokes too fundamental Their saint soaked cathedrals too done
I don't want to bring your Gods down babe I don't want to bring your Gods down babe The ferocity of their cat claws too steel And we the weak kneed weeds of their Weaker breed never paused to feel We're not the masters of the land we survey But I guess you'd come to that conclusion When you're ready in your own time anyway
I don't want to bring your Gods down babe I don't want to bring your Gods down babe Because their armour and their crest cuts too deep And the cold landcliffs where they rest are far too steep
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