Goodbye Roy Harper

Your conscience rolls in torrents
Down each side of your face
Your chair is full of silence
Your hand is full of lace
You say that you should have been by him
When the bullets laid his head
Strange it's always the living
Who fear the idea
Of the dead

Goodbye... goodbye

I'll take my leave of all of you
As you sit and wonder why

And you who stood around us
And said that we were great
Until your instant riches
Made us second rate
Well you're the same old hangman
Who rationalizes hope
Whose left hand pats my children
And whose right hand holds a case
Full of rope

Goodbye... goodbye