The Grand Tour, Part 1

Standing here with all my friends and all our fears
No release from pain, a numbness fills the void
I can hear them, all the voices in my head
Somehow we keep control as our senses overload
Do the people here today know what fate's about to bring?
Do they know what's yet to come as they gaze up to the sun?
Is there any point in starting to rebel?
Is there anyone who gives a damn for middle class heroes?

Still we hear the songbirds overhead
Makes you smile and wish that sometimes you were dead
Retrospective thoughts play on my mind
As overhead the Douglas bombers swoop and dive

Can the emptiness fill the spaces dreams have left?
As we walk towards the beaches remembering things past
We hold each other's hands as memories come flooding back
While echoes of today will fade away into obscurity

The madness of mutual assured destruction
Our cruel seduction grips us as
Insanity rules and hatred separates us
Watching the generals only need to press a button
Faceless they never learned lessons
But then, war tales matter
Send the enemy fighters
Forward to a needless slaughter
Ideologically driven onwards
To our future sorrow
Who cares if we win?
War tales matter
The enemy dead and shattered
Broken bones in the gutter
Mankind's future smashed and scattered

Do the stars and stripes look cool against the winter wind?
As the home of all the brave becomes our wasted hell
Will the comrades of the Russian empire perish where they stand
When the mighty west will force them all to bow down when they call?
I think they're on the beach

I think they're on the beach
Dead on the beach
Beach
Beach
Beach
Beach