Savages

The flame in your eye
 Could burn the world if it were to escape
 And the love in your heart
 Is the kind of love they write epic verse about
 And darling, you know
 You know that you're better than this
 Darling, you know
 You know you are better than this
 But we are ash, and we are books
 Coffee-stained and overlooked
 We are ornamental swords
 Forged for the peace after the war
 And the world has no need
 Of the songs that we sang
 We are savages, you and I
 And we will hang, hang, hang
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 The tear on your cheek
 Will fall ignored by the suckers to fake romance
 And the hope in your heart
 It will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island
 Darling, you know
 That there's no place for us
 We'll build and we'll sweat
 But there's no place for us
 No Ithaca, no home
 We are Greeks in the age of Rome
 With no right to criticise
 The happily dull, to Grecian eyes
 And the world has no need
 Of the songs that we sang
 We are savages, you and I
 And we will hang, hang, hang
 The sweat on your brow
 It shall be disdained, shunned and deodorized
 And the will of your heart
 Shall spoil in the heat of a new world
 And darling, you know
 You know we're better unheard
 Darling, you know
 You know we're better unserved
 The brave new futures we have seen
 Filled with beautiful machines
 Greener pastures, clearer skies
 And not one such as you or I
 As the dust shall settle sweetly
 On the songs that we sang
 We are savages, you and I
 And we will hang, hang, hang
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 So we will hang (hang, hang, hang, hang, hang)