Studio EP’s
Track of the Week:
“Good Guys (A short history)”
Frederick Moore
Long before we were even born our fathers fought a war.
They did some ugly things but they left us with a burned but healing world.
They prayed their prayers with open throats
And vowed their vows with outstretched hands.
Though often blind and self-deceived, they tried to heed the call.
They’d make it to a mountaintop and then there’d come a fall.
They built a safe high fortress on which their own kind could stand.
They claimed they’d found the Unicorn whose light beamed from our land.
They sought and found their own sages,
Preening like arrogant angels.
As we stepped up and they stepped down, the bargain flipped around.
The treasure that our parents left, sucked up into the clouds.
We pray our prayers to lying gods,
And vow our vows with filthy hands.
(Here’s the thing)
We’ve seen the children in cages
Crying like sacrificed angels
Terrified five-year-old faces.
We’re not the good guys anymore.