Our Majesty.

Truth is, we’re ruthless and toothless and brutal and we know it all too well because we do it politely.

The youth on the corner

The royals, the warriors

The spoils of war

Well they never come lightly

There’s kids at the door

There’s boats on the shore

The ease we ignore with

And fear

Well they never come lightly

 Is it all on our majesty?

Is it all on me?

We're all made of stone

Made of tears, made of bones

Made to love, made alone

How will we ever go lightly?

When the truth is we're ruthless

And toothless

And brutal

And we know it all too well

Because we do it politely

Is it all on our majesty?

Is it all on me?

With the slightest of hands

We’ll burn and abandon

And we do it all too well,

How we falter so proudly

And of course it's the

Words of the poorest

We’ll show to the door

But their daughters remind us

That of course

We're still free

 Is it all on our majesty?

Is it all on me?

words by R.D. Thomas and M.Bayliss