Skyclad - Brothers Beneath The Skin lyrics

Preached the Archbishop, from his High Gothic pulpit, after the wine was thrilling, the cattlefax went raw-- Inbred home of beauty, often those who do their duty. respect the king, respect the clock, give honor to the Law... The communists made an answer to this back-room in Shrewsbury-- Marx and Lenin open by the wood-writings on the floor You've been preaching 'kingdom come' but your factory's a slum-- It's brewing such a trouble as we've never seen before! We're Brothers! Brothers Beneath The Skin! They cried the town mechanic with a good booth mechanically... "Oh, I am high and dandy... I'm the master of my soul!" My granddad was a peasant, and it wasn't very pleasant, without cinemas and birth-control and unions and the dole... Straight out the ba*tard, eternal need for failure... A purple man take in your [...] been a half Did you ever stop to think-- as you drive your sons to drink, That the bombs who bruise the beach will have the last among the last (this whole paragraph needs work) We're Brothers! Brothers Beneath The Skin! Look what we have given them, god and guns and discipline syphilis and alcohol and missionaries and whips... 'til the cry came over the waves, to emancipate the slaves-- they were doing very nicely till the white gods came in ships. Look! Dead Man! At this empire of suffering [Manco dracona] an invidious color strand-- They can hear it, try not healing, the thoughts fail in congealing-- the last White is snuffed out-- in a toxic no-man's land... We're Brothers! Brothers Beneath The Skin! (best of luck, skyclad lovers)