WESTERN SUN

WESTERN SUN

If you believe

The western sun

Is falling down,

Think again

You stupid

Mother fuckers.

From Hells Angel to trucker,

This world is for all

This world is for the free,

A common goal

Everyone’s freedom,

A common aim

Choice,

Under a common name

Liberty,

Fire chief to Bishop

Pilot to fisherman

A call to arms,

See the power

Of the rays

As you witness

The rising of the Western Sun.

The sands of time

Herald a

Shift in power

Hide in domes and tower,

The surge under the blood red sky

No more

Your chance has gone,

The hand of peace

The aid, the money, the time

All gone

The palm becomes fist again.

The stars and the Jack

The limeys and the Jonathon’s,

Parliament and the senate

Stand firm

Resolute

For the re emergence

Of the Western Sun.

Let not the deaths of our young

In the pursuit of world peace

Be in vain.

Let not the unelected despots

And tyrants

Be safe behind the threat

Of nuclear terror.

We are damned if we do

We are damned if we don’t,

Let’s face it

We have the money

We have the weapons

That is all they want from us.

Make your choice world

Our patience is wearing thin.

Phil Hall  June 2013