brain drives you so mad When all the while you feel so numb Too old to be clean far too young to be broken Like an army we come Cut back, left behind
Crackle in the lines so far away, the late night DJ starts to play That sacred song goes phasing through the airwaves of the night Beyond the lonely light
When they look back at us and they write down their history What will they say about our generation? We're the ones who knew everything and still we did
Translation: New Model Army. Ballad.
Translation: New Model Army. Ballad Of Bodmin Pill.
Translation: New Model Army. Ballad 2.
