Recorded at Invada Bristol, UK. We'll have a cleaner version uploaded in due course but Andrew really wanted this stuff up here...
Men are fighting in their trenches,
Blood runs hot — the tears are cold.
Guns are firing — stealing life,
Mortar shells eat gaping holes.
Men lose their goals — sell their dreams
Inject their drugs — and make the scenes.
They kill and die — and die in vein
And live forever in the valley of despair
Poor young Chauncey goes to school — studying about our history.
The books are dated and out of place but that’s okay ‘cause so’s the teach.
This is where his ideals are made in uniform and the tuition’s paid,
But mum and Dad have now broke apart and with that they threw his heart in...
The valley of despair!
This world’s been built on the back of slaves — only the rich have got it made
They kick us down and then spit on us and tell us we’re wrong for looking up.
They fill our minds with words of greed — so their propaganda can sow its seed.
Well you the soldier better fight for right and you the student study books at night,
Or we’ll fall prey too...