Standing by the speaker
Listening to its every word
Belief is part the hunter
Part the lonely fool.

Giving time to singers lines
About their tales of woe
Feeling good that they have said
Those things we will ignore.

This is a punt, just a punt
Playing righteous heroes
While we lord it over all
Just a punt, punt, punt, punt.

Calling out agreement
We share the sentiment
Sing our song for sixpence
And we can let retire – consciousness.

And fair haired by the door
The watcher stands alone.

Reading stories that only rhyme
Bleeding hearts that never chime
Sensible the sorrow we left upon your door
Now tell we were right, we were right (whispered).

This is a punt, just a punt
Playing righteous heroes
While we lord it over all
Just a punt, punt, punt, punt.

Lost in semiotic paradise
To hide the shattered face
Torn by time the umbilical
Wrested from our grasp.

So we shake our heads
And sup our sins away
Buying out forgiveness
Knowing at least we made a start.

This is a punt, just a punt
Playing righteous heroes
While we lord it over all
Just a punt, punt, punt, punt.

And you see sorrow, in their eyes
But what also feel, in their lives
Pain and hatred, good and bad
All the theory, that you let go
Condemn the condemners, they are just us
We are no heroes and they are no saints.

This is a punt, just a punt
Playing righteous heroes
While we lord it over all
Just a punt, punt, punt, punt.

GRUM