Savages

The flame in your eyes 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, that we 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

We will hang.

The tear on your cheek will fall ignored by the circus to fake romance

And the hope in your heart will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island

Darling you know

There's no promised land for us

We build and we'll sweat

But there's no place for us

No Garden and no home we are Greeks in the age of Rome

With no right to criticise the happily dull to Grecian eyes

Now 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 of your brow will be disdained, shunned and deodorized

And the war of your heart shall spoil in the haze of a new world

And darling you know

You know we're better unheard

And darling you know

We are better unserved

The brave new futures we have seen, filled with beautiful machines

The greener pastures, clearer skies and none such as you and I

As the dust shall settle sweetly on the songs that we sang

We are Savages

We must hang.