Westminster Ghost Story

Westminster drowns under the blood of thieves, 
the falling masks of liars and cowards fill the streets.
Im looking for a fight, Im looking for a cause, 
all my friends and enemies are blurring into one. 

Im dreams its the 30's, Im dreaming Im in Spain, 
facing death with my head high, 
two bullets in my brain. 

I've never felt so far from home, 
so happy being alone.
Just fire up the blade on the guillotine, 
we'll see what heads will roll, 
there's strangers on the throne. 

Ten working hours, seven days a week, 
putting it on the credit card, just so I can eat. 
When you've no arrows left for the bow, 
run for the target and take it by force. 

Ive got no faith in the name by the box, 
when all you see is [bad word] all you're gonna get is [bad word]  
We're the broken limb the nation must forget, 
going to cut us off so the other half can live.