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The Charge (BBC In Concert 5th Nov 1990)
New Model Army
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Our history's been sipped over from a thousand village halls
Where orphans made some sacrifice honouring every call
The forces gathered against the thorn piercing in their side
The brave new world is beckoning so the old and well must die
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In the offices of the city at all the tables of local power
The stairs are laid up waiting for the approaching of the hour
Opponent justification time for pansies all ready to roll
The newcomers to the nation they are probably under control
On on on cried the leaders at the back
We were galloping down the blackened hills
And into the gaping trap
The bridges are burned behind us and there's waiting guns ahead
Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds
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Well we called for reinforcements from the friends that we had known
But this was the nineteen eighties and we were on our own
We never felt like heroes or marches to accord
Just battle weary soldiers in a bloody civil war
On on on cried the leaders at the back
We were galloping down the blackened hills
And into the gaping trap
The bridges are burned behind us and there's waiting guns ahead
Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds
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The massacre now is over and the order new enshrined
While a quarter of the nation they're abandoned far behind
The leaders up at the keeps they were drenches in defeat
But no-one needs morality when there isn't enough to eat
The unity bonds are broken and the loyalties aren't to fake
I'll skew my only brother for even a glimpse of a piece of the cake
We only cry quietly here behind the shattered glass
And we think of the challenges bringing the severing of the past
On on on cried the leaders at the back
We were galloping down the blackened hills
And into the gaping trap
The bridges are burned behind us and there's waiting guns ahead
Into the valley of death rode
On on on cried the leaders at the back
We were galloping down the blackened hills
And into the gaping trap
The bridges are burned 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 were galloping down the blackened hills
And into the gaping trap
The bridges are burned behind us and there's waiting guns ahead
Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds
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