The Ballad Of Logie Buchan
THIS QUIET DESOLATION
SEETHING DESPERATION
WITH UNFULFILLED DISCONTENTMENT
A GROWING RESENTMENT
A PATTERN FOR LIFE
WITH EACH USELESS GENERATION

THIS DARK TWISTED LANDSCAPE
AN ARMY OF BROTHERS
HOLD NO SENTIMENT FOR STRANGERS
THE BITTER LOOKS
A CURSE ON THE WORLD
FROM BEHIND FRIENDLY EYES
NOT LEAST TO ONE ANOTHER

BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
A LONE CANDLE FLICKERS
A BEAUTIFUL FLOWER
WRAPPED ROUND BARBED WIRE
JUST ONE MORE REMINDER
OF EVERYTHING WE HAVE LOST
JUST ONE MORE REMINDER
OF EVERYTHING THAT YOU'RE TO BLAME FOR

HERE LIE THE REMAINS OF EVERYTHING THAT'S DEAD TO ME
Lyrics for The Ballad Of Logie Buchan by Mark Ayling
Copyright Mark Ayling 2013
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