Strangers in the soil So hide your enmity Are we living up to ghosts or Does virtue disagree? Use your gifts for good Rescue them from greed Find a proper voice As a thistle in the wreath Move them to truth Far from ruin Barricade the myth I made The wolves at bay I know that history fades And sympathy dithers away The city's son Living under my thumb You couldn't compromise So keep playing with fire Move them to truth Far from ruin Barricade the myth I made The wolves at bay I know that history fades And sympathy dithers away