Four Egos, One War Lyrics

Song	Four Egos, One War
Artist	The Tangent
Album	Not As Good As The Book
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	i) Ours
	(Sung by Julie King & Andy)
	After our wars we feel a moment's inspiration as we rebuild our cities
	With visions anew and the architects and artists sound our glory
	In a monument to freedom.
	Scraping the sky with steel and stone and a deep pride in our new-built homes
	People are the focus once again, in the wide, wide streets of a town for today's men
	And after a time we become immune to all the images
	That war brings to our front rooms, so far away
	Decisions to be made do not seem relevant to anything that's happening now
	But six feet under lies the charred earth, the buried memories of the last time
	It's there in the eyes of the survivors, and our peace walks
	On an all too finite line
	ii) Theirs
	(Sung by Andy)
	The world is awash with dictators and moguls, between them we don't stand a chance
	Caught between egos and cold economics we all know the steps to the dance
	We can watch it all on TV while we're sitting eating tea,
	We can watch the bombs start falling to “set the people free”
	And it's raining down on me, through the atmosphere, from the satellites
	The battlefields the way the media sees them
	The press always get there in time for the flag-burns in every demonstration report
	The bombs always go off in the centre of the picture in an area the size of New York
	And we don't see this as funny just give awards to the TV crews,
	'Cos it's them fighting the wars, not the armies, for the Generals of the news
	And it's raining down on me, through the atmosphere, from the satellites
	The battlefields the way the media sees them
	iii) Ours reprise
	(Sung by Julie King & Andy)
	After our wars we switch off, tune in, drop out and evaluate our reasons
	But when battle calls, we're there, like moths approaching their destruction
	In fast oncoming headlights.
	Like rivers need the rain, the hate runs through our veins
	Bursting the banks with death and pain and on my TV set tonight, it's pissing down again
	iv) His
	(Sung by Guy)
	Give me a moment to assess the facts, I'll make my decision on how we act
	If anyone can help me just let me know, I'm writing the script for a prime-time show
	If my friends say it's OK I can attack, support from my own is all I lack
	I only need approval for what I do, from the ones who beg my approval too
	Running round in circles from the cradle to the grave
	Searching for security or anything that we can save
	Back in the real world where sky meets land, the missles succeed in the task at hand
	We don't see amputations on the screen, just enjoy the bangs, ignore the screams
	Running round in circles from the cradle to the grave
	Searching for security or anything that we can save
	Throwing metal at the sky, seeing where it lands and try
	To convince the ones who put us here, that this is what we planned for all the time
	v) Mine
	(Sung by Jakko)
	With all the weapons of the modern world around me all I'm left with is my guitar
	It's not as if a generation's gonna sit down and listen, it's been tried before and only got so far.
	But it feels all right, and I won't hurt anyone tonight
	Just want to put things in perspective yeah, take a chance and learn another point of view
	Learn to make myself selective yeah, with the truth, 'cos nothing else will do
	With all the armies of the modern world on my side, fighting for “my right to speak”
	It seems the ammunition's falling in the wrong place, 'cos no-one's ever listened to me
	But it feels all right, and there's every chance that I'll survive the night
	They like to sit back and ignore me yeah, like a billion other different points of view
	They sent a weapon to destroy me yeah, and its next target looks an awful lot like you
	Running round in circles from the cradle to the grave
	Searching for security or anything that we can save
	It takes four egos to start one war, throw in some weapons, devise a cause
	The media reports it, the politicians lead, I write songs about it, so all of us can feed
	Throwing metal at the sky, seeing where it lands and try
	To convince the ones who put us here, that this is what we planned for all the time

	i Ours
	Sung by Julie King Andy
	After our wars we feel a moment' s inspiration as we rebuild our cities
	With visions anew and the architects and artists sound our glory
	In a monument to freedom.
	Scraping the sky with steel and stone and a deep pride in our newbuilt homes
	People are the focus once again, in the wide, wide streets of a town for today' s men
	And after a time we become immune to all the images
	That war brings to our front rooms, so far away
	Decisions to be made do not seem relevant to anything that' s happening now
	But six feet under lies the charred earth, the buried memories of the last time
	It' s there in the eyes of the survivors, and our peace walks
	On an all too finite line
	ii Theirs
	Sung by Andy
	The world is awash with dictators and moguls, between them we don' t stand a chance
	Caught between egos and cold economics we all know the steps to the dance
	We can watch it all on TV while we' re sitting eating tea,
	We can watch the bombs start falling to " set the people free"
	And it' s raining down on me, through the atmosphere, from the satellites
	The battlefields the way the media sees them
	The press always get there in time for the flagburns in every demonstration report
	The bombs always go off in the centre of the picture in an area the size of New York
	And we don' t see this as funny just give awards to the TV crews,
	' Cos it' s them fighting the wars, not the armies, for the Generals of the news
	And it' s raining down on me, through the atmosphere, from the satellites
	The battlefields the way the media sees them
	iii Ours reprise
	Sung by Julie King Andy
	After our wars we switch off, tune in, drop out and evaluate our reasons
	But when battle calls, we' re there, like moths approaching their destruction
	In fast oncoming headlights.
	Like rivers need the rain, the hate runs through our veins
	Bursting the banks with death and pain and on my TV set tonight, it' s pissing down again
	iv His
	Sung by Guy
	Give me a moment to assess the facts, I' ll make my decision on how we act
	If anyone can help me just let me know, I' m writing the script for a primetime show
	If my friends say it' s OK I can attack, support from my own is all I lack
	I only need approval for what I do, from the ones who beg my approval too
	Running round in circles from the cradle to the grave
	Searching for security or anything that we can save
	Back in the real world where sky meets land, the missles succeed in the task at hand
	We don' t see amputations on the screen, just enjoy the bangs, ignore the screams
	Running round in circles from the cradle to the grave
	Searching for security or anything that we can save
	Throwing metal at the sky, seeing where it lands and try
	To convince the ones who put us here, that this is what we planned for all the time
	v Mine
	Sung by Jakko
	With all the weapons of the modern world around me all I' m left with is my guitar
	It' s not as if a generation' s gonna sit down and listen, it' s been tried before and only got so far.
	But it feels all right, and I won' t hurt anyone tonight
	Just want to put things in perspective yeah, take a chance and learn another point of view
	Learn to make myself selective yeah, with the truth, ' cos nothing else will do
	With all the armies of the modern world on my side, fighting for " my right to speak"
	It seems the ammunition' s falling in the wrong place, ' cos noone' s ever listened to me
	But it feels all right, and there' s every chance that I' ll survive the night
	They like to sit back and ignore me yeah, like a billion other different points of view
	They sent a weapon to destroy me yeah, and its next target looks an awful lot like you
	Running round in circles from the cradle to the grave
	Searching for security or anything that we can save
	It takes four egos to start one war, throw in some weapons, devise a cause
	The media reports it, the politicians lead, I write songs about it, so all of us can feed
	Throwing metal at the sky, seeing where it lands and try
	To convince the ones who put us here, that this is what we planned for all the time

	i Ours
	Sung by Julie King Andy
	After our wars we feel a moment' s inspiration as we rebuild our cities
	With visions anew and the architects and artists sound our glory
	In a monument to freedom.
	Scraping the sky with steel and stone and a deep pride in our newbuilt homes
	People are the focus once again, in the wide, wide streets of a town for today' s men
	And after a time we become immune to all the images
	That war brings to our front rooms, so far away
	Decisions to be made do not seem relevant to anything that' s happening now
	But six feet under lies the charred earth, the buried memories of the last time
	It' s there in the eyes of the survivors, and our peace walks
	On an all too finite line
	ii Theirs
	Sung by Andy
	The world is awash with dictators and moguls, between them we don' t stand a chance
	Caught between egos and cold economics we all know the steps to the dance
	We can watch it all on TV while we' re sitting eating tea,
	We can watch the bombs start falling to " set the people free"
	And it' s raining down on me, through the atmosphere, from the satellites
	The battlefields the way the media sees them
	The press always get there in time for the flagburns in every demonstration report
	The bombs always go off in the centre of the picture in an area the size of New York
	And we don' t see this as funny just give awards to the TV crews,
	' Cos it' s them fighting the wars, not the armies, for the Generals of the news
	And it' s raining down on me, through the atmosphere, from the satellites
	The battlefields the way the media sees them
	iii Ours reprise
	Sung by Julie King Andy
	After our wars we switch off, tune in, drop out and evaluate our reasons
	But when battle calls, we' re there, like moths approaching their destruction
	In fast oncoming headlights.
	Like rivers need the rain, the hate runs through our veins
	Bursting the banks with death and pain and on my TV set tonight, it' s pissing down again
	iv His
	Sung by Guy
	Give me a moment to assess the facts, I' ll make my decision on how we act
	If anyone can help me just let me know, I' m writing the script for a primetime show
	If my friends say it' s OK I can attack, support from my own is all I lack
	I only need approval for what I do, from the ones who beg my approval too
	Running round in circles from the cradle to the grave
	Searching for security or anything that we can save
	Back in the real world where sky meets land, the missles succeed in the task at hand
	We don' t see amputations on the screen, just enjoy the bangs, ignore the screams
	Running round in circles from the cradle to the grave
	Searching for security or anything that we can save
	Throwing metal at the sky, seeing where it lands and try
	To convince the ones who put us here, that this is what we planned for all the time
	v Mine
	Sung by Jakko
	With all the weapons of the modern world around me all I' m left with is my guitar
	It' s not as if a generation' s gonna sit down and listen, it' s been tried before and only got so far.
	But it feels all right, and I won' t hurt anyone tonight
	Just want to put things in perspective yeah, take a chance and learn another point of view
	Learn to make myself selective yeah, with the truth, ' cos nothing else will do
	With all the armies of the modern world on my side, fighting for " my right to speak"
	It seems the ammunition' s falling in the wrong place, ' cos noone' s ever listened to me
	But it feels all right, and there' s every chance that I' ll survive the night
	They like to sit back and ignore me yeah, like a billion other different points of view
	They sent a weapon to destroy me yeah, and its next target looks an awful lot like you
	Running round in circles from the cradle to the grave
	Searching for security or anything that we can save
	It takes four egos to start one war, throw in some weapons, devise a cause
	The media reports it, the politicians lead, I write songs about it, so all of us can feed
	Throwing metal at the sky, seeing where it lands and try
	To convince the ones who put us here, that this is what we planned for all the time

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