Strangers in the soil, so hide your enmity Are you living up to ghosts or does virtue disagree? ♪ Use your gifts for good, rescue them from greed Find a proper voice as the thistle in the wreath ♪ Move them to truth, far from ruin A barricade, the myth I made, the wolves at bay I know that history fades and sympathy dithers away The City's Son living under my thumb ♪ You couldn't compromise so keep playing with fire ♪ Move them to truth, far from ruin A barricade, the myth I made, the wolves at bay I know that history fades and sympathy dithers away