Old Aces Die Hard Jethro Tull

The light, it is fading along the green belt
As the millions weep for their children
Sitting detached in the suburban ness
As politics brew in the cauldron

Dark ages
Spilling no secrets from the old house of cards
That stand immune as the great disease rages
Through the pack stacked with jokers
Old aces die hard

Unfinished flyovers crack in the winter
And the grass grows still through the concrete
The last words of Prime Ministers drop like the pin
Breaking silence left by their cold feet

Dark ages
Spilling no secrets from the old house of cards
That stand immune as the great disease rages
Through the pack stacked with jokers
Old aces die hard

And mother superior calls for the light
To mark heaven's request for repentance
But the football crowds mutter and pray for the night
And march to their doom with acceptance