I don't care which newspaper you read
I don't care about the place that you're from or the life you lead
It doesn't matter what football team you support
You can't impress me with the car that you drive
Or the house you've bought
You hold your own, the heir to the throne
You think you've got it all sussed
But the spoils of war are mine to ignore
Because I know the truth and there's no hope for us
Cause we're all damned
Just try to understand
A tiny grain of sand
In an endless, desert, dry and barren land
But as you take my hand, the devil takes command
Of his lost and lonely sombre marching band
I don't care what side of the fence you're on
I hold no allegiance to the factions
And contingents to which you belong
Once I believed there was hope for the human race
But now I know better, and the world's such a lonely place
So backs to the walls and deck all the halls,
Gather all the king's men
Protest your cause to a rapturous applause
But if you really cared you would have spared a thought for them
Cause they're all damned
Just try to understand
A tiny grain of sand
In an endless, desert, dry and barren land
But as you take my hand, the devil takes command
Of his lost and lonely sombre marching band
Banished, cast outside into the unexplored
Vanished, dead to the world of my own accord
You tell me that life isn't all pain and strife
And the Earth isn't No Mans Land
Opinions are free though you might disagree
With the message in this song
But if you think you can prove me wrong
Then I'll be...
Damned