For Spacious Lies

You can buy what money buys and call it friends, You can lie with spacious lies for your own ends Democracy is just a word its often used and seldom heard And Freedom's just a song by Wham but we pretend You can call your TV priests and be born again The men with the ten gallon hats and the seven pint brains McCarthy's ghosts won't help you now, as we struggle through our finest hour Your army fights for money but we fight for peace And you wont put out this flame It burns so bright through any wind any rain No you'll never put out the fire The dream that will burn on and on. You can kill, wheel, deal, steal if you believe The end lies just 65 miles north of Tel Aviv Whether coffee, missiles or cocaine, Do you buy and sell lies just the same? Your conscience is as foul as the lead that you breathe And you wont put out this flame It burns so bright through any wind any rain No you'll never put out the fire The dream that will burn on and on. (Music interlude) And you wont put out this flame It burns so bright through any wind any rain No you'll never put out the fire The dream that will burn on and on. And you wont put out this flame It burns so bright through any wind any rain No you'll never put out the fire The dream that will burn on and on.