Sleep Of The Just lyrics

Artist  : Fatima Mansions 
Song : Sleep Of The Just
 
Lift up your head, lift up your head

Your room in this decade of eathquake and bile

awaits you like a stewardess's mortuary smile



You'll miss all the fun, you'll miss all the
fun

A rich man turned pauper, his death marked [a
sham]

I can't get back to see it, 'til you lift up your
head



Me and mine are fools, me and mine are fools

say our elders who despise us, though we're no
longer young

They're tired of our sneering, and we've blocked
out their main street's sun



They're sleeping as we rise, one punch is drunk
with pride

resides in [brutal face], sick from petrol smoke
and [steak]

The few bohemians, with their too-white shopping
wrists

confide in some crimson [page]

and pray to look cute in their squalor-dyed
hair

Old age



Rolled out of here, is sun bright and clear

and we hold the fortune, in our cumulous

There's nothing else on earth that I will be part
of

Why waste a lifetime on soil which won't bear
fruit?

and why argue with gangsters who only smile and
act mute?

If he pulls that trigger, as he says he must,

then to them, goes the last word [and then]

The sleep of the just, the sleep of the just, the
sleep of the just



But that's never enough

But that's never, never enough