Same Old Lyrics

Fingers of the cross, points of the moon

Bells of the poor, so out of tune

The drums of war for the children

Corruptors' applause, scriptures galore

Ledgers and laws keeping it all wholesome and holy

Love and glory for the millions

What do you want to do with your life?

Do you want to see it brutally stifled?

Withered and died 'cos you couldn't choose a side

Hold on to your pride, find a hole you can hide in

Away from the fighting and insanity

What do you want to do with your world?

Do you want to see it beautifully burning?

Burnt to a crisp 'cos you couldn't put in your shift

Or even raise a fist; go find a desert to escape to

Away from the present that hates you for your faith in fatality

Saying what has to be simply has to be

Same old, same old; cold shoulders getting colder

Same old, same old but it ain't over till it's over

Stars of the cross, the face of the moon

Songs of yore, footsteps and tunes

Long before we came in our millions

Disruptors galore, green to the core

Unwise and unsure of what it's all for

Forever forward, blinded by the brilliance

What did you do with your life?

Did you have a blue, go for the title?

Chided and derided for your stance and guile

Took every chance and wouldn't be stifled

Refused to dance to the tune of fatality

What did you want for your beautiful world?

For your boy or your girl

Were your colours unfurled high in the sky?

With all your reasons why, and for what you would die

How you tried and you tried for a change in reality

Of what some say has to be that really doesn't have to be

Same old, same old; love is bold and getting bolder

Same old, same old saying it ain't over till it's over

Same old, same old; take the weight upon your shoulders

Same old, same old but it ain't over till it's over

No, it ain't over till it's over; I'm saying it ain't over till it's over