Paroles Behold the Pale Rider de Levellers (The)

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Bombs go off in London,Stirred panic's rhythmic creep,The city turns its shoulders,Smooths the cracks and tries to sleepSplit the gulf sky red,As the oil fields start to blow,And weep a heavy storm of black, black rainOnto the earth belowAnd the millions cried "Sweet Mary",A million more cried tears of shame,When they saw what they had done in the name of all of their hopes and fears,When they realised what they becameIn hidden eastern passes,That defenders will not yieldTo a soldier from the Edgware RoadCome to burn the poppy fieldsAnd the millions cried "Sweet Mary",A million more cried tears of shame,When they saw what they had done in the name of all of their hopes and fearsWhen they realised what they becameBehold the pale rider, the new war partisan,Twenty years still with the desert dust,Slipping slowly through his handsAnd from the water margins,To death row, Guantanamo,You can hear that King's Cross countdown,As the detonators blowAnd the millions cried "Sweet Mary",A million more cried tears of shame,When they saw what they had done in the name of all of their hopes and fearsWhen they realised what they becameBehold the pale rider, the new war partisan,Twenty years still with the desert dust,Slipping slowly through his hands

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