The Dream - Declan Welsh and The Decadent West

I replace my God with a nation then

I realise that was mistaken and now

I raise a flag that’s red and quote the works of writers dead

And gone, but do they all just kid me on?

Are they just stories, am I wrong?

It can’t be wrong to sing this song of workers rising from slumber

???, Marx and Sartre came to me in a dream

And asked me what team I batted for

Well Foucault sat there laughing in the corner

I stayed and discussed aid with Thomas Sankara

While Angela Davis and Rosa Luxemburg held court

I have seen the change that is coming at pace

Closer to standing than running but time to just dispense

And so my friends, we must march onwards and forwards

It is not a hope but a duty of the

The noble cause and the beauty of

The humble fight, La Lucha’s might

Is not but what we contribute

???, Marx and Sartre came to me in a dream

And asked me what team I batted for

Well Foucault sat there laughing in the corner

I stayed and discussed aid with Thomas Sankara

While Angela Davis and Rosa Luxemburg held court

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