The noble lie Lyrics

The boys, the girls
They're just playing in the playgrounds
Not a care in the world
There's blood on our hands
What would you do
For the disappointed youth?
What would you do?
Tell them truth

What would you say
When the children ask you
'Why do we pray
Is there nothing else we can do?'

Myth of a nation, illusion of relations
Every time a childhood dies
You tell The Noble Lie

Stable societies
Have gone awry
An adult born every time
You tell The Noble Lie
The boys, the girls
They're just playing in the playgrounds
Not a care in the world
There's blood on our hands
The boys, the girls
They're just playing in the playgrounds
Not a care in the world
There's blood on our hands
Sweet dreams darling, having fun
Just remember what we have done
The disappointment hangs in the air
The storm is coming, the storm is coming, dear
Sweet dreams darling, having fun
Just remember what we have done
The disappointment hangs in the air
The storm is coming, the storm is coming, dear

The storm is coming, the storm is coming, dear
Sweet dreams darling, having fun
Just remember what we have done
The disappointment hangs in the air
The storm is coming, the storm is coming, dear