Gang Of Four — Where the Nightingale Sings lyrics

Lyrics

Turn you back on London’s bitter pride
In melancholic isolation
Force-feed yourself sentimentality
With golden age mythology
A feudal lord doesn’t live no more
But in the night, the ravens call
False memories, fake history
Next you’ll talk of racial purity
When the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close
You were abiding
Well your name is not
Always one, simple relations
Walk away from anonymity
The fedual lords are rutheless no more
But in the night the ravens call
(Force-feed yourself sentimentality)
False memories, fake history
False memories
Fake history
Next you’ll talk of racial purity
When the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close
You were abiding
Well your name is not
(Force-feed yourself sentimentality)
When the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close
You were abiding
Well your name is not