Imperial bodybags, coming home in dribs and drabs
Life is numbers, with doggy tags
Filled with holes and coming back
So come on up the sky

Never had a chance to wave goodbye
Thrown away and unhappy
Driven by hypocracy

Nothing's finished it just fades away
Like a lover who has lost her faith
Nothing's finished it just fades away
Fades away

[Chorus]
Imperial bodybags, Prom Queen disposible
Children wrapped in home-made flags
Imperial bodybags, Prom Queen disposible
Children wrapped in home-made flags

And here we love the kids
We're still human like everyone else
Stuck in school
Always willing to stick by the rules

Nothing's finished it just fades away
Like a lover who has lost her faith
Nothing's finished it just fades away
Fades away
Fades away

[Chorus x2]

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): JAMES BRADFIELD, JAMES DEAN BRADFIELD, NICHOLAS ALLEN JONES, NICHOLAS JONES, SEAN MOORE