"Riot On The Western Front" lyrics - ROGER CHAPMAN

Well now yonder dusty crossroad
Has a tale only it can tell
In a tongue so weird you'll never hear
This side the gates of heaven or hell
A song for every unborn child
A world of light yet to see the sun

Where every sucker chews somebody elses gum
An'every day's a riot on the western front

Better hit the ground running
Wild eyed
Burning cheeks
Standing restless on the touchline
Every twitch and every leap
A bag of rites
Guarded
Torn pictures
Scriptures giving power to the one

Where every sucker chews somebody elses gum
An'every days a riot on the western front

Confusion of the children
Following the lore
Visions of their lives
Some growing to be done
For every Daddy's girl
Every mothers son
On the frontline the day they're getting born

Over the bridge and rusty highway
Heavy cruising bruise the air
A cold hearted jamboree of break downs
Shake downs leave you standing bare
Burning every fibre
Twisted sinew
Forked lightning handed down
From the father to the son

Where every sucker chews somebody elses gum
An'every days a riot on the western front