Anthem for Doomed Youth

Here's a story about the rules of death and glory To be learned by heart by all children of men It's the hour of the morning on the day after the dawning When the sun they said would never set finally set again Was it Cromwell or Orwell who first led you to the stairwell Which leads only forever to kingdom come Rushed alone by guiding hands Whispers of the promise land They wished you luck and handed you a gun Life could be so handsome Life could be so gay We're going nowhere But nowhere, nowhere's on our way In the pub that night Racking out the lines of shite Putting to right All of the world's great wrongs Yes we thought that they were brothers Then they half-murdered each other Then they did a karaoke turn And murdered our best song Told the governor's wife About the last night of his life She turned away in tears Called you a liar Where are all the old dreams now? The batallion, once so proud Lost in some old song and hanging on the old barbedwire Life could be so handsome It's so good to be okay We're going nowhere But nowhere, nowhere's on our way Nowhere in the institutions Did they teach that revolution Was something that could ever come to pass Oh we tried one, once before Was the king's head on the floor And we got booted out the boozer Cause someone smashed the glass Life could be so handsome Life could be okay We're going nowhere But nowhere, nowhere's on our way Life could be so handsome It's all gonna be okay We're going nowhere Cause nowhere, nowhere's on our way Nowhere's on our way