I could never tell you
The impossible story
Words will never get close to
The colour of your mourning
You know that I am so sincere
But what is that helping?
I can't be the author of a story
That is not mine to tell
Make the f**ers talk
Standing in the flame of fire
Say it like it is
Shout it like you're in the fire
As angry and as urgent as a teen
I try to set the scene, natural human instinct is to intervene
The same that cut the ones who dare to dream
Cos sh** is so naive, are cutting down the very thing that the people need
Cos everything is already been seen
And already been deemed to be agreed and disagreed
And it seems/ we're first past the post steez
In a post modern post truth world truth's ghostly
For what it's worth you can quote me and
I'm a lay it like an IED and trigger it remotely
No wonder these bars get banked with boasting
Privilege does not necessarily mean you're coasting
So keep a pin close to burst the bubble
Of some earnest motherf**er that has gone to the trouble
Of being a grave digger digging the dead to life
There's nothing to suggest that salvation will arrive
And to remind me of it is so contrived
I don't need a broken record to bring me down off my high
I just need these green eyes to roll back and sigh
As much as I wish that I had the answer why
Make the f**ers talk
Standing in the flame of fire
Say it like it is
Shout it like you're in the fire
I could never tell you
The impossible story
Words will never get close to
The colour of your morning
You know that I am so sincere
But what is that helping
I can't be the author of a story
That is not mine to tell
This is not the body that has grown out of a squalor
This is not the optimism born from living horror
The guilt could make a brother wanna lose a white collar
But uh/ he need it today he'll give it up tomorra
The dirt under the fingernails was never the grains
That the bones had replaced in a rubbish tip grave
The sweat they wiped off when they put their knives away
Is the same sweat we get when we dance the night away
And if I could turn the sun around and illuminate the hell
Cos you best believe it can be found where humanity dwell
And I could write a book about a book that wouldn't sell
Be the author of a story that was never mine to tell but/
Where would that lead us? Preach
To believers/ we're needing relievers but
I am no teacher and you resent the grievance
But if I don't at least try it's like I deceived yaz
The story must be told/ some narratives must
But it won't be delivered by the man in the tux
Nor will it be heard over the inner city folk
Saying f** it all f** it all f** it all for all 12 months
I could never tell you
The impossible story
Words will never get close to
The colour of your morning
You know that I am so sincere
But what is that helping
I can't be the author of a story
That is not mine to tell