Them - Lou Rhodes

They said it was them

The ones that they love to hate

And all of the while

It was the very state they love

And trust with all their hearts

One colour is good

The other is bad they say

Just waving the flag

Keeps some of the fear at bay and makes

The blood run cold and blue

One finger points away

The others point right back

These sickly games we play

Betray the love we lack

And I know I’m the same

It’s part of the human state

Just shifting the blame

And hiding our dark away although

There hides our brightest light

One finger points away

The others point right back

These sickly games we play

Betray the love

One finger points away

The others point right back

These sickly games we play

Betray the love we lack