A.D.

[Verse 1]

Born in a mission town, bred with the fist of our father

You take the pole-axe out of your spine, push your shoulder blade back in its place

But I need a pseudonym, calm as a lunatic ulcer

I'll be the black rum and hear the bows hum with the breath of my elephant oar

And you pushing pencils, an army torrential and soaking

Oh, little hark, be the clock of my heart, the sum of all elements say

[Chorus]

You slave (Underneath the banner of wanting)

You slave (Underneath the banner of wanting)

It always takes me there (Back into the days I was hoping)

You slave (It's real life happening)

[Verse 2]

So I get my papers in line and then get a fake passport

With all my decisions made, I've swum the fission lake many a time

And you slumped across the grey lawn with a bottle of maybes

I pour my own flesh out of my skull, I'm leaving this ever again

[Chorus]

You slave (Underneath the banner of wanting)

You slave (Underneath the banner of wanting)

It always takes me there (Back into the days I was hoping)