Roger Chapman - Riot On The Western Front lyrics

Well now yonder dusty crossroad Has a tale only it can tell In a tongue so weird you'll never hear This side the gates of heaven or hell A song for every unborn child A world of light yet to see the sun Where every s**er chews somebody elses gum An'every day's a riot on the western front Better hit the ground running Wild eyed Burning cheeks Standing restless on the touchline Every twitch and every leap A bag of rites Guarded Torn pictures Scriptures giving power to the one Where every s**er chews somebody elses gum An'every days a riot on the western front Confusion of the children Following the lore Visions of their lives Some growing to be done For every Daddy's girl Every mothers son On the frontline the day they're getting born Over the bridge and rusty highway Heavy cruising bruise the air A cold hearted jamboree of break downs Shake downs leave you standing bare Burning every fibre Twisted sinew Forked lightning handed down From the father to the son Where every s**er chews somebody elses gum An'every days a riot on the western front