No politicians just compassion, Celebrity it's out of
fashion
Innocence don't take a trashing on the playground floor
Constable paints awesome skies instead of macing suspects
eyes
And bankers pay is justified and all nations come in peace
We are gunmen all, the guardians of the watchtowers
Lighting up the beacons to bring our riders home
We are gunmen all, the guardians of the watchtowers
Lighting up the beacons to bring our riders, home
Sunrises on the village green, not digitised on her flat
screen
Lovers kisses can be seen, darkness holds no fear
Everyone drinks socially not because they're crippled
emotionally
And all our sleep is trouble free wrapped up in caring arms
We are gunmen all, the guardians of the watchtowers
Lighting up the beacons to bring our riders home
We are gunmen all, the guardians of the watchtowers
Lighting up the beacons to bring our riders, home
Our hopes are old all dressed in rags
The faded colour of many flags and the broken metal of our
tags
That keeps this dream alive
Well mistrust could never last, the future lives and not
the past
We are only shadows cast just trying to hold on
We are gunmen all, the guardians of the watchtowers
Lighting up the beacons to bring our riders home
We are gunmen all, the guardians of the watchtowers
Lighting up the beacons to bring our riders, home
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