The rams move in eastwards
In waves of succession
Drawing lines of grey across the sky
With history just as close
As a hand on the shoulder
In hunger and impatience we cry
The battle against corruption
Rages in each corner
There must be something better,
something pure
And the call it is answered
From the caves to the cities
Come the dealers of salvation on earth
We´ve seen the restless children
At the head of the columns
Come to purify the future
with the arrogance of youth
Nothing is as cruel as the
Righteousness of innocents
With automatic weapons
and a gospel of truth

Revolution forever
Succession of the seasons
Within the blood of nature
All raised to rot and die
This purity is a lie

Now immaculate conception in
sterilised laboratories
How this vanity goes on
Or in the message of the preacher
With his morals and obsessions
The wars that we wage upon ourselves
Purity is a virtue, purity is an angel
Purity is for madmen to make
fools of us all
So forgive yourself my friend
All this will soon be over
What happened her tonight
is nothing at all

Chorus: Revolution forever ...

I will always see Brendan
At that broken down piano
His fingers thick and red
shaking on the keys
Of alcohol and working
Still playing with the faith
that never leaves

So sit us down, buy us a drink
Tell us a good story
Sing us a song we know to be true
I don´t give a damn
That I never be worthy
Fear is the only enemy
that I still know