SIMON CURPHEY

Lyrics

Riding, with the heathens, on the outskirts of town
Where the gentle voice of reason, is still a welcome sound
No one ever gets left out no one is ever on their own
It’s the price we pay for freedom and we bare that cost alone…

Riding ,with the heathens, heading for the hills
Where the water is pure and sweet and the air is clean and still
They've taken over of all the land now we pay to get in
They muddied up the water where we used to swim
They changed the rules so we can’t talk and no one else could win
We came in peace our list complete they sent the army in…

All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn’t put the pieces back together again
Fighting too many with too few
There was nothing more that they could do

Riding with the heathens on the road to who knows where
Another hill another bend we’ll know when we get there
Someone tampered with the lock and let all the fools rush in
There were no secrets anymore the walls were paper thin
So pick a lucky number let the games begin
And with the winners charred remains, we will start again

All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn’t put the pieces back together again
Fighting too many with too few
There was nothing more that they could do
Cracks appeared the rot set in and ate away the core
They took the palace piece by piece until there was no more
The knights retained their noble stance tried to even up the score
But it was the devil's time to dance and we all wanted more…