Текст песни
We still talk about the weather
A silent curse in the rain
Well someone’s got a story
And the punchline’s in your throat
Well he who tries to knock this house
Will fester by its walls
The mighty nor the meek
Ever broke a single stone
Nothing ever changes
Down through the ages
No nothing ever changes
Not here
Not here
Every hole has its marching song
Each body a desire
Like ships along the quayside
Pull into the drift
The tide of seconds passing
That slide into the mire
Will someone stand in liberty
Or just stand and firmly sway?
‘Cos nothing ever changes
History turns a thousand pages
And nothing ever changes
Not here
Not here
This youth is tired of growing
Through the tempest and the game
You’d better stick with us my son
Now we’re the pulpit and the dock
If you jump will you fall through
The gate in freedom’s walls
The wicked and the wise they know
The endless miles of stone
But nothing ever changes
They just re-paint the faces
And nothing ever changes
Not here
Not here
A hair shirt and a bible
Crave, deprave it all
Well some their hearts die screaming
Others bow into the fray
In this shebeen’s spinning laughter
Feel the hunger and reward
Strapped hard to your lifeblood
To serve beneath the stone
Nothing ever changes
Not the cast not the stages
And nothing ever changes
Not here
Not here
Nothing ever changes
True freedom still escapes us
And nothing ever changes
Not here
Not here
