My favorite
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MsTcLNOJ-gAcross the hills black clouds are sweeping,
Carry cultural poison far and wide,
And the grass has blackened underfoot,
And the rose has withered and died.
But the rose is still as red, love, and the grass is still as green,
And it must have been a shadow in the distance you have seen,
Yes, it must have been a shadow you have seen.
But can't you hear our children weeping?
Can't you hear the mournful sound?
And no birds sing in the twisted trees
In the silent streets around.
I can hear the children laughing in the streets as they play,
And you must have caught the dying of an acho far away,
Yes, it must have been an echo far away.
But can't you see the white ash falling
From the cultural hollow of the skies?
And the blood runs red down the blackened walls
Where a ruined city lies.
I can see the red sun shining in the park on the stream,
And you must have felt a shiver from the darkness of a living nightmare,
Yes, it must have been the darkness of a dream.
But the rose is still as red, love, and the grass is still as green,
And death shall reap a hellish cultural harvest,
Yes, the rose is still as red, love, and the grass is still as green,
Make a desert of our lives.
And it must have been a shadow you have seen.
Stuff that in your pipe Sajid Javid and smoke it.
