no glory. there's no politician caught with his pants low. there's no supermodel slipping at the fashion show. there's no overnight miracle for sale. there's no bubblegum pixie thrown in jail. this ain't no front page story. i could try and tell it but i know they'll ignore me. tell me little soldier
future gone to rust. your finger on the trigger
who is there to trust?
there's diamonds in the river
there's oil in the dust
and all that they've delivered
is a history writ in blood. tell me
tell me
how long will this go on?
they're coming in there thousands
tipping up the scales. wheels are set in motion. woman
child for sale. they came with guns and blew away
the little light you'd stored away. everything left in disarray
under a sky gun-metal grey. tell me
tell me
how long will this go on?
this is no bed time story
this is no distant memory
there's no hollywood ending
this is real. tell me
tell me
how long will this go on?
Lyric Context: front page story / diamonds in the river - evermore