Strangers in the soil, so hide your enmity
Are you living up to ghosts or does virtue disagree?
Oh...
Use your gifts for good, rescue them from greed
Find a proper voice as a thistle in the wreath
Oh...
[Chorus]
Move them to truth, far from ruin
And barricade the myth I made, the wolves at bay
I know that history fades and sympathy dithers away
The City's Son living under my thumb
You couldn't compromise, so keep playing with fire
Oh...
[Chorus]
Move them to truth, far from ruin
And barricade the myth I made, the wolves at bay
I know that history fades and sympathy dithers away