(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)Glory glory, hallelujahOur truth comes marching onSwing, swingThere's a little part of meThere's a little part of youRemember the feelingOf a frozen embryoThere's a bigger part of meThere's a bigger part of youRemember the place whereYou don't want to goWelcome into your own black gardenIt's full of life but it's still too frighteningCan't open my eyes this whiteness blindsAll this whiteness blindsWatch the swallows cloud the skyWatch the swallows slowly dieI used to throw stonesBut now I have noneWatch the swallows cloud the skyWatch the swallows slowly dieI used to throw stonesBut now I have noneWaiting to be bread in the black gardenWaiting to be muted and then chosenWhite trash you're a swingerUgly to the endUgly to the endSwing, swing(Excerpt taken from the song 'The Battle Hymn of the Republic')(c) 1996 Sony Music Publishing Ltd.