There He Stood by QELD Lyrics
[Verse 1: Jenre]
(There he stood!)
In the heart of night
Wondering why’s the world dark yet the stars so bright?
Minds master the art of flight
But bodies caged in a world where it’s hard to fight
But I fear it’s just a part of life
Shit I so detest
In a world of beauty without dignity and no respect
Smoking cess sat home in bed
Keeping life at arm’s length ’til I’m close to death
A hopeless dreg
Lost feeble and grim
Less sure of my direction than leaves in the wind
Got a mood with the meanest of swings
Give a fuck what you deem is a sin
Don’t believe in your thieves and your kings
In fact, I’m eager to bring
The anarchy, when actually, the state pay my salary
And here’s the tragedy
Tryna marry these ideals and practicalities I dip into insanity
[Verse 2: Bob Savage]
(There he stood!)
While vultures encircle us
This culture is murderous
With falsehoods superfluous
Revolving door workforce, the proles work subservient
Keep our heads down cos we're told work is permanent
So the weak-hearted tag-along
This free market grab-a-thon
Need to see the reasons that we target Babylon
Why we need arms, and ballies on
Cos it's kicking off, can't Keep Calm or Carry On
(There he stood!)
With two molotovs
I'll boot your bollocks off
Whenever revolution's popping off
Tying tax dodging toffs to traintracks and jogging off
Then take back a lotta dosh as payback for shoddy jobs
Blindfold your rotten boss, line up a lotta cops
Firing squads, we got miners all popping shots
Come fight with the commie sods
Uprise when we're clocking off
Then we'll light up your office block
(There he stood!)
In the heart of night
Wondering why’s the world dark yet the stars so bright?
Minds master the art of flight
But bodies caged in a world where it’s hard to fight
But I fear it’s just a part of life
Shit I so detest
In a world of beauty without dignity and no respect
Smoking cess sat home in bed
Keeping life at arm’s length ’til I’m close to death
A hopeless dreg
Lost feeble and grim
Less sure of my direction than leaves in the wind
Got a mood with the meanest of swings
Give a fuck what you deem is a sin
Don’t believe in your thieves and your kings
In fact, I’m eager to bring
The anarchy, when actually, the state pay my salary
And here’s the tragedy
Tryna marry these ideals and practicalities I dip into insanity
[Verse 2: Bob Savage]
(There he stood!)
While vultures encircle us
This culture is murderous
With falsehoods superfluous
Revolving door workforce, the proles work subservient
Keep our heads down cos we're told work is permanent
So the weak-hearted tag-along
This free market grab-a-thon
Need to see the reasons that we target Babylon
Why we need arms, and ballies on
Cos it's kicking off, can't Keep Calm or Carry On
(There he stood!)
With two molotovs
I'll boot your bollocks off
Whenever revolution's popping off
Tying tax dodging toffs to traintracks and jogging off
Then take back a lotta dosh as payback for shoddy jobs
Blindfold your rotten boss, line up a lotta cops
Firing squads, we got miners all popping shots
Come fight with the commie sods
Uprise when we're clocking off
Then we'll light up your office block