His compassion is surrender   He stands up tall to let everybody down   My love is semi-automatic   What price now the boy who wears the crown?      Maybe I'll take my place in the black jackboot patrol   Disregard that erosive toad who's in control   Only he used to know, and we would do what we were told   Guess who's so surprised he's getting old      They are a host without faces   And they have no need for wings   They are no sons of mothers   Oh to be part of something      Maybe I'll take my place in the black jackboot patrol   Disregard that erosive toad who's in control   Only he used to know, and we would do what we were told   Guess who's so surprised he's getting old      And maybe your father's not quite who he was, when you were a son   And maybe your father's not quite who he was, when you were a son      My love is unrequited, even for myself   He didn't make you this way, for someone else   It must be him who put these thoughts in my head   Maybe now, they'll be careful where they tread      And maybe your father's not quite who he was, when you were a son   And maybe your father's not quite who he was, when you were a son      And maybe your father's not quite who he was, when you were a son   And maybe your father's not quite who he was, when you were a son      Sometimes I feel the need   For this descent into savagery   As I step outside to see   This uniformed menagerie   And I do it coz I don't believe   You could ever leave your cross for me   And I do it coz I don't believe   You ever cared about anything