I don't care which newspaper you read I don't care about the place that you're from or the life you lead It doesn't matter what football team you support You can't impress me with the car that you drive Or the house you've bought You hold your own, the heir to the throne You think you've got it all sussed But the spoils of war are mine to ignore Because I know the truth and there's no hope for us Cause we're all damned Just try to understand A tiny grain of sand In an endless, desert, dry and barren land But as you take my hand, the devil takes command Of his lost and lonely sombre marching band I don't care what side of the fence you're on I hold no allegiance to the factions And contingents to which you belong Once I believed there was hope for the human race But now I know better, and the world's such a lonely place So backs to the walls and deck all the halls, Gather all the king's men Protest your cause to a rapturous applause But if you really cared you would have spared a thought for them Cause they're all damned Just try to understand A tiny grain of sand In an endless, desert, dry and barren land But as you take my hand, the devil takes command Of his lost and lonely sombre marching band Banished, cast outside into the unexplored Vanished, dead to the world of my own accord You tell me that life isn't all pain and strife And the Earth isn't No Mans Land Opinions are free though you might disagree With the message in this song But if you think you can prove me wrong Then I'll be... Damned