Ballad for the Fallen

Ballad For The Fallen   

© Taasha Coates & Tristan Goodall 2014

Universal Music Publishing Pty Ltd

Here’s a ballad for the fallen, for the fighting and brawling 

For the homesick, the lonely and few 

For the ones who come calling, the downtrodden and crawling 

This one’s going straight out to you 

Here’s a song for the dreamers and late night drunken schemers 

For the bruised and the busted-arse flat 

For the washed up on the beaches, torn apart at the seamers 

This is our tip of the hat 

 

Here’s to you old rock and rollers, now out pushing strollers 

To you crooners in broken heart bands 

To you lost highway ramblers and last dollar gamblers 

Here’s a song for us all to hold hands 

Woah  

But all you goody two shoes, you fuckers with no blues 

You hipsters and too cool for schoolers 

All you over insured and homeopathically cured  

You whimperers, cowards and fools  

All you snake oil sellers and fake fortune tellers 

False poets and seekers of truth 

All you artists of note who’ve gone up in smoke 

While the ratings have gone through the roof  

All you straight arrow shooters and cheap Sunday suiters 

You fortunate, blessed and adored 

All you champions of industry and preachers of ministry 

All you beautiful, black-tied and bored  

 

Woah 

All you great astronauts and you damn smarty sorts 

You heroes and over-achievers 

All you industry hacks, pat yourselves on the back 

For making a fool of believers 

All you ponderous weepers and lost wallet keepers 

You purveyors of doom and of gloom 

This heralds the day that you’re all swept away 

Like the dust under God’s mighty broom 

Woah