The Fisher King Blues - Frank Turner

Parents, don’t be too kind to your kids

Or else how will they grow up to be

Louche Parisian sinners or Nashville country singers

Singing about the terrible things their parents did?

Lovers, don’t be sparing with the truth

Break their hearts if that’s what you must do

Fill them with remorse, tinged with hope of course

And let their baser instincts pull them through

And though it seems a little strange to me

People never really change, it seems

And all across America

Waitresses and boys who play guitar

They fall in love and they fall out, the boys have something to sing about

The girls go drown their sorrows at the bars

While in front rooms all across the old country

Sat spellbound in front of their TVs

The younger brothers and sisters wonder at what they’re missing

And wonder how the air tastes when you’re really free

And though it seems a little strange to me

People never really change, it seems

We’re all broken boys and girls, at heart

Come together fall apart

And in Battersea power station, the fisher king

Ponders on his ruin, among many other things

He folds his broken hands

Surveys his barren lands

And prays for hope to whisper on the wind

‘Cause we were born without reason, we’ll die without meaning

And the world will not shrug all that much at our passing

You can try and try and try

No one ever makes it out alive

No one ever makes it out alive

All you broken boys and girls

With your tattered flags unfurled

Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king

All you broken boys and girls

With your tattered flags unfurled

Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king

All you broken boys and girls

With your tattered flags unfurled

Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king

Won’t you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king?

Won’t you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king?