Another Prayer For The Dying

Just another figure in a newspaper, just another bloodstain on the ground
Just another victim of this once-great land, could you tell me when salvation will be found?
Until then it’s just…

Just another prayer for the dying
Just words spinning ’round in my head
Just another prayer for the dying
Just a requiem for the dead

The men in Whitehall sit drinking their champagne
Whilst our people fight for very life itself
Now we’re second class in our own countries
In poverty whilst they build up their wealth
While I hear it still

Just another prayer for the dying
Just words spinning ’round in my head
Just another prayer for the dying
Just a requiem for the dead

Just another prayer for the dying
Just words spinning ’round in my head
Just another prayer for the dying
Just a requiem for the dead

So now another victim is forgotten, his murder just glossed over like a dream
When the politicians tell you that they stand for you
Remember they are never what they seem

Just another prayer for the dying
Just words spinning ’round in my head
Just another prayer for the dying
Just a requiem for the dead
Just another prayer for the dying
Just words spinning ’round in my head
Just another prayer for the dying
Just a requiem for the dead