the_charge new model army Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every call So the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in their side A brave new world is beckoning so the olden world must die. In the offices of the city, at all the tables of oak and power The snares are laid and baited for the approaching of the hour A hundred justifications and the presses are ready to roll The gateways to the nation they are firmly under control On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds We called for some assistance from the friends that we had known But this is the 1980s and we were on our own We never felt like heroes or martyrs to a cause Just battle-weary soldiers in a bloody civil war On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds Brave Brave Brave Hundreds The massacre now is over and the order new enshrined While a quarter of the nation are abandoned far behind Their leaders offer the cliché words, so righteous in defeat But no one needs morality when there isn't enough to eat The unity bond is broken and the loyalty songs are fake I'll screw my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake We only cry in private here behind the shuttered glass When we think of the charge of this brigade, the severing of the past On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death rode the brave thousands On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death the brave thousands. 031025 ... User24 my fave song of theirs. (given that I've only heard Thunder and Consolation (which I actually paid for, too!)) 031025 ... "The" Man Forward, I hope! 080710 what's it to you? who go blather from