Impossible Story

歌詞

I could never tell you The impossible story Words will never get close to The colour of your mourning You know that I am so sincere But what is that helping? I can’t be the author of a story That is not mine to tell Make the fuckers talk Standing in the flame of fire Say it like it is Shout it like you’re in the fire As angry and as urgent as a teen I try to set the scene, natural human instinct is to intervene The same that cut the ones who dare to dream Cos shit is so naive, are cutting down the very thing that the people need Cos everything is already been seen And already been deemed to be agreed and disagreed And it seems/ we’re first past the post steez In a post modern post truth world truth’s ghostly For what it’s worth you can quote me and I’m a lay it like an IED and trigger it remotely No wonder these bars get banked with boasting Privilege does not necessarily mean you’re coasting So keep a pin close to burst the bubble Of some earnest motherfucker that has gone to the trouble Of being a grave digger digging the dead to life There’s nothing to suggest that salvation will arrive And to remind me of it is so contrived I don’t need a broken record to bring me down off my high I just need these green eyes to roll back and sigh As much as I wish that I had the answer why Make the fuckers talk Standing in the flame of fire Say it like it is Shout it like you’re in the fire I could never tell you The impossible story Words will never get close to The colour of your morning You know that I am so sincere But what is that helping I can’t be the author of a story That is not mine to tell This is not the body that has grown out of a squalor This is not the optimism born from living horror The guilt could make a brother wanna lose a white collar But uh/ he need it today he’ll give it up tomorra The dirt under the fingernails was never the grains That the bones had replaced in a rubbish tip grave The sweat they wiped off when they put their knives away Is the same sweat we get when we dance the night away And if I could turn the sun around and illuminate the hell Cos you best believe it can be found where humanity dwell And I could write a book about a book that wouldn’t sell Be the author of a story that was never mine to tell but/ Where would that lead us? Preach To believers/ we’re needing relievers but I am no teacher and you resent the grievance But if I don’t at least try it’s like I deceived yaz The story must be told/ some narratives must But it won’t be delivered by the man in the tux Nor will it be heard over the inner city folk Saying fuck it all fuck it all fuck it all for all 12 months I could never tell you The impossible story Words will never get close to The colour of your morning You know that I am so sincere But what is that helping I can’t be the author of a story That is not mine to tell