brother roger

I'm not listening I'm asleep unborn

Dead
So I can speak as loudly as I like then
WAKE ME UP!

This is the story of the woman who killed Brother Roger

How can it be I used to ask myself
That a pair of non-identical twin chartered accountants
Should like that wild and rebel pop band THE WHO?

They must have knew

Something I didn’t
They were all it seems
Those quintessential jesters
Bloody well pretending
Boo hoo-hoo

I probably wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for you
& if I was I really wouldn’t want to be
The fork outs the sickening repetitions
The routines tricks that work why change them
The pricks that exist to kick against
Deflame them

Yesterday they told you it was gonna be alright

Ho ho ho said daddy morose
Retire to your box in the sky
Wrapped in a flag
Have your opinions delivered by a boy from bros

Do what you’re told (be an individual!)

And it’ll all be a riot
Hand over control to a dead zone suit
Walking on the watered down bones of a billion believers

She cut his throat with a knife

Whilst taking holy communion
In remembrance of me this blood is yours to drink
This is the body of Christ
Brother Roger who prayed for peace all his life
Was murdered when he was 96
By a raving lunatic.