The Ghosts Of Your Grandfathers Lyrics

Your grandfather stood on that picket line

Maybe your father did too

When those bastards on horseback they came for them

And beat them black and blue

And when they marched back to work that day

Defeated behind that brass band

Who'd have thought that the grandchild they doted on

Would strengthen their attacker's hand

May the ghosts of your grandfathers

Torment you every day

May you never sleep at night

Cos you can't chase their demons away

And the predators you voted for

I hope that they see you as prey

May the ghosts of your grandfathers

Torment you night and day

Though you're fooled with nostalgia of Empire

Not a penny of plunder they shared

And you've taken the gains that your grandparents made

You've trampled them into the dirt

So long as Johnny Foreigner

Is put on the next leaving boat

Though you can't even find the breath to cheer

For a boot presses down on your throat

May the ghosts of your grandfathers

Torment you every day

May you never sleep at night

Cos you can't chase their demons away

And the predators you voted for

I hope that they see you as prey

May the ghosts of your grandfathers

Torment you night and day

So may you rot and perish

Like you deserve to do

May you understand your ancestors

When this time they're coming for you

May no one show you mercy

When they hear your agonised groans

As the vultures you befriended

Rip all the flesh from your bones

May the ghosts of your grandfathers

Torment you every day

May you never sleep at night

Cos you can't chase their demons away

And the predators you voted for

I hope that they see you as prey

May the ghosts of your grandfathers

Torment you night and day