Bob Daisley

Mother's Army - Anarchy

Someone’s always gotta take the blame
The guns are loaded and they’re taking aim
So far, but not so good
You'd change the world
If you only could
Rules are breaking
Fools are taking part
The sky is clear, a storm is coming soon
An unborn freedom, dying in the womb

The bullets rain and the priests blaspheme
The young man's vision is
The old man's dream
Laws are broken
Wars' unspoken lies, lies, lies
Another wrong ain’t gonna make it right
Spare me from your

Anarchy
Anarchy
Anarchy
Anarchy

Safe in darkness, waiting to attack
Too late, the dawn begins to crack
A revolution now within your reach
But what you haven't learned
You can't begin to teach
Rules are breaking
Fools are taking part
Another wrong ain't
Gonna make it right
No, spare me from your

Anarchy
Anarchy
Anarchy
Anarchy

Anarchy
Anarchy
Anarchy
Anarchy

You think you are an anarchist
You took your aim and then you missed
Whatever you say, whatever you do

Anarchy
Anarchy
Anarchy
Anarchy