Paroles de Salvation

And the band play for salvation The Hackney army tune And a cripple in a wheel chair He plays the silver spoons Well, Jesus is their saviour They fight the good fight The drummer who plays with them He goes home and beats his wife They're marching down to Soho wake nocturnal types And the sinners all around them They try to show the light Well, Jesus is their saviour They fight the good fight The drummer who plays with them He goes home and beats his wife Junkies are withdrawing They're crouching down in pain And Jesus ain't the saviour Just a barrel when they see it again Jesus ain't their saviour They won't fight the good fight They'll just throw away They'll just throw away They'll just throw away their lives