Another Imperial Day
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You could be there
On a dark october night
Waiting for the moment to be
Swimming 'cross the freezing river
Holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water
Climbing up the banks on the other side
Hiding in the trees so cold
That you hardly show as a target
On the heat seeking gear of the border patrol
But you made it, you're another one over
Sleeping on a bench in a railway station
In the heart of Europe
Haven't eaten anything for two days straight
But where there is a will there's allways gonna be a way
And every door is guarded
And every guard costs money
So the women are bought and kept and raped and sold as slaves
Because the family borrowed from the man
And the man has allways got to be repaid
For the deals of the borders and the fake IDs
And the stolen passports all locked away
While the women are working and gagging down on their knees
And somewhere in the back of terminal 3
In the clogged-up corridors of the imigration authorities
Whole families with the wrong bits of paper
Are waiting to be sent back to where they came from
Escorted by officials out across the tarmac
With their wrist bound tight with cable ties behind their backs
It's dawn and there's fog in Rotterdam harbour
And the guard's on his break and the dogs are chained by the wire
Three figures come out from behind the cranes
Make across the train tracks
Climb aboard a Panamanian freighter headed for the isle of grain
Find a place to hide in a stack of containers
Another payload of world trade because
Goods are free to move but not people
Oil is free to move but not people
Jobs are free to move but not people
Money is free to move but not people
And today they got a man hauled off a truck in the port of calais
We watch him in silence as they lead him away
Clutching his battered suitcase
But his face betrays him, lost and scared and defeated
Sitting in the back of the white port authority van
Well, where do any of us come from, it's pretty hard to say
While high in the sky above us tonight
The bombers are heading the other way, south and east
Into the blood red crimson sunrise of another imperial day
On a dark october night
Waiting for the moment to be
Swimming 'cross the freezing river
Holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water
Climbing up the banks on the other side
Hiding in the trees so cold
That you hardly show as a target
On the heat seeking gear of the border patrol
But you made it, you're another one over
Sleeping on a bench in a railway station
In the heart of Europe
Haven't eaten anything for two days straight
But where there is a will there's allways gonna be a way
And every door is guarded
And every guard costs money
So the women are bought and kept and raped and sold as slaves
Because the family borrowed from the man
And the man has allways got to be repaid
For the deals of the borders and the fake IDs
And the stolen passports all locked away
While the women are working and gagging down on their knees
And somewhere in the back of terminal 3
In the clogged-up corridors of the imigration authorities
Whole families with the wrong bits of paper
Are waiting to be sent back to where they came from
Escorted by officials out across the tarmac
With their wrist bound tight with cable ties behind their backs
It's dawn and there's fog in Rotterdam harbour
And the guard's on his break and the dogs are chained by the wire
Three figures come out from behind the cranes
Make across the train tracks
Climb aboard a Panamanian freighter headed for the isle of grain
Find a place to hide in a stack of containers
Another payload of world trade because
Goods are free to move but not people
Oil is free to move but not people
Jobs are free to move but not people
Money is free to move but not people
And today they got a man hauled off a truck in the port of calais
We watch him in silence as they lead him away
Clutching his battered suitcase
But his face betrays him, lost and scared and defeated
Sitting in the back of the white port authority van
Well, where do any of us come from, it's pretty hard to say
While high in the sky above us tonight
The bombers are heading the other way, south and east
Into the blood red crimson sunrise of another imperial day
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.37] You could be there
[00:12.71] On a dark october night
[00:14.38] Waiting for the moment to be
[00:16.15] Swimming 'cross the freezing river
[00:18.21] Holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water
[00:22.43] Climbing up the banks on the other side
[00:24.51] Hiding in the trees so cold
[00:26.57] That you hardly show as a target
[00:29.99] On the heat seeking gear of the border patrol
[00:32.49] But you made it, you're another one over
[00:35.49] Sleeping on a bench in a railway station
[00:37.93] In the heart of Europe
[00:39.33] Haven't eaten anything for two days straight
[00:43.08] But where there is a will there's allways gonna be a way
[00:46.32]
[01:08.35] And every door is guarded
[01:10.24] And every guard costs money
[01:11.50] So the women are bought and kept and raped and sold as slaves
[01:15.90] Because the family borrowed from the man
[01:18.03] And the man has allways got to be repaid
[01:21.78] For the deals of the borders and the fake IDs
[01:25.45] And the stolen passports all locked away
[01:28.82] While the women are working and gagging down on their knees
[01:32.61] And somewhere in the back of terminal 3
[01:36.32] In the clogged-up corridors of the imigration authorities
[01:40.69] Whole families with the wrong bits of paper
[01:44.67] Are waiting to be sent back to where they came from
[01:47.35] Escorted by officials out across the tarmac
[01:50.34] With their wrist bound tight with cable ties behind their backs
[01:55.70]
[02:30.42] It's dawn and there's fog in Rotterdam harbour
[02:32.65] And the guard's on his break and the dogs are chained by the wire
[02:36.10] Three figures come out from behind the cranes
[02:39.18] Make across the train tracks
[02:41.16] Climb aboard a Panamanian freighter headed for the isle of grain
[02:46.68] Find a place to hide in a stack of containers
[02:49.74] Another payload of world trade because
[02:53.28] Goods are free to move but not people
[02:55.92] Oil is free to move but not people
[02:58.55] Jobs are free to move but not people
[03:01.86] Money is free to move but not people
[03:05.61] And today they got a man hauled off a truck in the port of calais
[03:09.35] We watch him in silence as they lead him away
[03:12.35] Clutching his battered suitcase
[03:15.13] But his face betrays him, lost and scared and defeated
[03:18.58] Sitting in the back of the white port authority van
[03:22.14] Well, where do any of us come from, it's pretty hard to say
[03:27.29] While high in the sky above us tonight
[03:30.02] The bombers are heading the other way, south and east
[03:33.64] Into the blood red crimson sunrise of another imperial day
[03:38.78]
[00:12.71] On a dark october night
[00:14.38] Waiting for the moment to be
[00:16.15] Swimming 'cross the freezing river
[00:18.21] Holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water
[00:22.43] Climbing up the banks on the other side
[00:24.51] Hiding in the trees so cold
[00:26.57] That you hardly show as a target
[00:29.99] On the heat seeking gear of the border patrol
[00:32.49] But you made it, you're another one over
[00:35.49] Sleeping on a bench in a railway station
[00:37.93] In the heart of Europe
[00:39.33] Haven't eaten anything for two days straight
[00:43.08] But where there is a will there's allways gonna be a way
[00:46.32]
[01:08.35] And every door is guarded
[01:10.24] And every guard costs money
[01:11.50] So the women are bought and kept and raped and sold as slaves
[01:15.90] Because the family borrowed from the man
[01:18.03] And the man has allways got to be repaid
[01:21.78] For the deals of the borders and the fake IDs
[01:25.45] And the stolen passports all locked away
[01:28.82] While the women are working and gagging down on their knees
[01:32.61] And somewhere in the back of terminal 3
[01:36.32] In the clogged-up corridors of the imigration authorities
[01:40.69] Whole families with the wrong bits of paper
[01:44.67] Are waiting to be sent back to where they came from
[01:47.35] Escorted by officials out across the tarmac
[01:50.34] With their wrist bound tight with cable ties behind their backs
[01:55.70]
[02:30.42] It's dawn and there's fog in Rotterdam harbour
[02:32.65] And the guard's on his break and the dogs are chained by the wire
[02:36.10] Three figures come out from behind the cranes
[02:39.18] Make across the train tracks
[02:41.16] Climb aboard a Panamanian freighter headed for the isle of grain
[02:46.68] Find a place to hide in a stack of containers
[02:49.74] Another payload of world trade because
[02:53.28] Goods are free to move but not people
[02:55.92] Oil is free to move but not people
[02:58.55] Jobs are free to move but not people
[03:01.86] Money is free to move but not people
[03:05.61] And today they got a man hauled off a truck in the port of calais
[03:09.35] We watch him in silence as they lead him away
[03:12.35] Clutching his battered suitcase
[03:15.13] But his face betrays him, lost and scared and defeated
[03:18.58] Sitting in the back of the white port authority van
[03:22.14] Well, where do any of us come from, it's pretty hard to say
[03:27.29] While high in the sky above us tonight
[03:30.02] The bombers are heading the other way, south and east
[03:33.64] Into the blood red crimson sunrise of another imperial day
[03:38.78]