Script for a Jester's Tear, 1983 Armalite, street lights, nightsights Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores Boys baptised in wars Morphine, chill scream, bad dream Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep The wounds that burn so deep Your mother sits on the edge of the world When the cameras start to roll Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation I in the guarded bureaucratic wombs Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation To eliminate those who would trespass against you For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell Forgotten Sons From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost For a second you'll be famous but labeled posthumous Forgotten sons, forgotten sons Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child Just another Forgotten Son

Ride the Lightning, 1984 Slaves, Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh Heed, to his every word, live in fear Faith, of the unknown one, the deliverer Wait, something must be done, four hundred years So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one (sing it man) (So let it be written) (So let it be done) (To kill the first born pharaoh son) I'm creeping death Now, let my people go, land of Goshen Go, I will be with thee, bush of fire Blood, Running red and strong, down the Nile Plague, Darkness three days long, hail to fire So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one (it's your turn) (So let it be written) (So let it be done) (To kill the first born pharaoh son) I'm creeping death Yeah you ought to know by now motherfucker Yeah friends. We've got ourselves a long noisy night in front of us. You might as well start making noise now. You're singing Die, die, die, die (die, die, die) Yeah, that's you man, come on! (Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die) Keep it up my friends! Die by my hand I creep across the land Killing first born man (motherfucker) Die by my hand I creep across the land Killing first born man I, rule the midnight air the destroyer Born, I shall soon be there, deadly mass I, creep the steps and floor final darkness Blood, lambs blood painted door, I shall pass (motherfucker) So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one So let it be written So let it be done To kill the first born pharaoh son I'm creeping death