Brave faces

I've seen faces in the window I've seen faces in the street
They talk and walk of nothing
I've known many restless summons the sand dunes I imagine
A place without a postcard
Flower people were so beautiful but straight and louds the way
Good luck the beatnik spirit
The talk of politicians the sentences of cynics are the sentences
of childhood

They're all talking shit to me

Outtalked by the mass media to pay the bills it lies
And the lies we eat with breakfast

Brave faces face the boardroom the oak stained walls
Fall silent they leave lined with defeat
And they got those tears in their eyes
Well it makes no sense to me

Why don't they understand we're so ordinary too
I saw the exits closing now
Pain and passions my point of view
Well there's nothin like the truth

I've seen men that have been marked out, ruled out by grim
assassins
They fell hard on instant replay
And I'm never going tere well the place I see is so much better
'Cos it makes no sense to me
I saw the exits closing now
Burning mountains burning paper burning all around and eaten.