Dischord UK - Summer Fate

The flowers for the brave
Can't mask the scent of the decay
Our hero can't escape his summer fate
They're marching in berets as the brass band play
But there's blood on the bunting and the cake

Pipers and pallbearers
Bewitch us and persuade us
That there's life in the old lie yet
Future soldiers smile and wave every gala day
Stop the band. There's blood on your fete

Written by:
Chris Newton, David Swan, Zowie Swan

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