The Fatima Mansions - Sleep Of The Just lyrics

Lift up your head, lift up your head Your room in this decade of eathquake and bile Awaits you like a stewardess's mortuary smile You'll miss all the fun, you'll miss all the fun A rich man turned pauper, his d**h marked [a sham] I can't get back to see it, 'til you lift up your head Me and mine are fools, me and mine are fools Say our elders who despise us, though we're no longer young They're tired of our sneering, and we've blocked out their main street's sun They're sleeping as we rise, one punch is drunk with pride Resides in [brutal face], sick from petrol smoke and [steak] The few bohemians, with their too-white shopping wrists Confide in some crimson [page] And pray to look cute in their squalor-dyed hair Old age Rolled out of here, is sun bright and clear And we hold the fortune, in our cumulous There's nothing else on earth that i will be part of Why waste a lifetime on soil which won't bear fruit? And why argue with gangsters who only smile and act mute? If he pulls that trigger, as he says he must, Then to them, goes the last word [and then] The sleep of the just, the sleep of the just, the sleep of the just But that's never enough But that's never, never enough