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There's no fight, no hero, no glory
There's no politician caught with his pants low
There's no supermodel slipping at the fashion show
There's no overnight miracle for sale
There's no bubblegum pixie thrown in jail

This ain't no front page story
I could try and tell it but I know they'll ignore me

Tell me little soldier, future gone to rust
Your finger on the trigger, who is there to trust?
There's diamonds in the river, there's oil in the dust
And all that they've delivered is a history writ in blood

Tell me, tell me, how long will this go on?

They're coming in their thousands, tripping up the scales
Wheels are sets in motion
Woman, child for sale

They came with guns and blew away the little light you'd stored away
Everything left in disarray under a sky gun-metal grey

Tell me, tell me, how long will this go on?

This is no bed-time story
This is no distant memory
There's no Hollywood ending
This is real...

Tell me, tell me, how long will this go on?

There's no fight, no hero, no glory
There's no politician caught with his pants low