The generals are born again, born again, born again
The generals are born again, they're going to save the world
Their armament is seeing right, doing right, being right
Their armour of righteousness is going to save the world
They're sending in the cavalry, cavalry, cavalry
The bugles and the banner-boys are waiting for the word
The captain is a blind man, blind man, blind man
A blind man is reaching for a terrible swift sword
Born again: the generals are born again to save the world
I'll never get to heaven no matter what I do
I'll never be a blue eyed boy although my eyes are blue
And I will not work and I will not work and I will not work for you
They'll put a stop to history, history, history
Cut through this confusion with the purity of steel
For time is just a can of worms, can of worms, can of worms
They'll blow away corruption when they break that seal
Born again: the generals are born again to save the world
A star is in the firmament, firmament, firmament
A new star in the firmament Wormwood is its name
Everyone will see the light, see the light, see the light
And though my eyes are shut I'll have to see it just the same
For peace to last a thousand years, thousand years, thousand years
Prophecy has struck a match and held it to the fuse
They're wheeling up the cameras, cameras, cameras
They're timing Armageddon for the evening news
Born again, the generals are born again to save the world(Heaton/Rotheray)
You can't write a novel from a briefcase
You can write a poem from a trench
You can dream a dream from A to B
But you can't catch a bus from a bench
You don't back a horse called Striding Snail
You don't name your boat Titanic II
So why when I see your happy smiling face
Do I always end up singing Little Blue
Little Blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little Blue
How can a flower so pretty
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue
How can a flower so pretty
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue
You can't build a brewery on a cemetery
You can build a pub on a church
And people fall quicker than buildings do
You have to decide what comes first
You don't call a plane the Flying Roman
'Cause the Romans always walked and never flew
So why when I see your happy smiling face
Do I always end up singing Little Blue
Little Blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little Blue
How can a flower so pretty
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue
Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool
And Keats from the top of a hill
So I'm going to save my special song for you
From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill
'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled
On the horizon of your smile
When most think that you're holding back
I know you're holding bile
Little Blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little Blue
How can a flower so pretty
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue
How can a flower so pretty
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue