The flame in your eyes could burn the world if it were to escape
And the love in your heart is the kind of love they write epic verse about
And darling you know
You know that you're better than this
Darling you know, that we are better than this
But we are ash and we are books, coffee-stained and overlooked
We are ornamental swords forged for the peace after the war
And the world has no need of the songs that we sang
We are savages you and I
And we will hang, hang, hang
We will hang.
The tear on your cheek will fall ignored by the circus to fake romance
And the hope in your heart will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island
Darling you know
There's no promised land for us
We build and we'll sweat
But there's no place for us
No Garden and no home we are Greeks in the age of Rome
With no right to criticise the happily dull to Grecian eyes
Now the world has no need of the songs that we sang
We are savages you and I and we will hang, hang, hang.
The sweat of your brow will be disdained, shunned and deodorized
And the war of your heart shall spoil in the haze of a new world
And darling you know
You know we're better unheard
And darling you know
We are better unserved
The brave new futures we have seen, filled with beautiful machines
The greener pastures, clearer skies and none such as you and I
As the dust shall settle sweetly on the songs that we sang
We are Savages
We must hang.
