The flame in your eyes could burn the world if it were to escape And the love in your heart is the kind of love they write epic verse about And darling you know You know that you're better than this Darling you know, that we are better than this But we are ash and we are books, coffee-stained and overlooked We are ornamental swords forged for the peace after the war And the world has no need of the songs that we sang We are savages you and I And we will hang, hang, hang We will hang.
The tear on your cheek will fall ignored by the circus to fake romance And the hope in your heart will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island Darling you know There's no promised land for us We build and we'll sweat But there's no place for us No Garden and no home we are Greeks in the age of Rome With no right to criticise the happily dull to Grecian eyes Now the world has no need of the songs that we sang We are savages you and I and we will hang, hang, hang.
The sweat of your brow will be disdained, shunned and deodorized And the war of your heart shall spoil in the haze of a new world And darling you know You know we're better unheard And darling you know We are better unserved The brave new futures we have seen, filled with beautiful machines The greener pastures, clearer skies and none such as you and I As the dust shall settle sweetly on the songs that we sang We are Savages