Within stones walls
Truth he saw
Grand and splendid
Truth did fall
Now in who's name
Do those men build
Monuments
Up on the hill
Backhammer and tongs
Were never ever ever meant to be
He was only ever
He was only ever
He was only ever going to bleed
They took him down
In linen sheets
Now he lays
In the painter's scene
Loving eyes
On broken men
Crying wives
The crowd was mean
Backhammer and tongs
Were never ever ever meant to be
He was only ever
He was only ever
He was only ever going to bleed