No Rest for the Wicked Album

Artist(s): New Model Army

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Tracklist

Frightened

length: 3:42
vocal: Justin Sullivan
guitar: Justin Sullivan
drums (drum set): Robert Heaton
bass guitar: Stuart Morrow
composer: Justin Sullivan, Stuart Morrow

It's all out on the streets today but you, you've found a place to hide
Too busy with the rat race, you pass by on the other side
Yours is the face of the brand new Britain with blinkers on your eyes
Find yourself position and cling on for dear life
You're so frightened, everybody's so frightened
The papers tell of rape and murder, everything that you want to hear
Bad tidings on the radio - you find a way to name your fear
So you never pick up hitchhikers, never talk to strangers
Believe the world outside your bolted door is evil
You're so frightened, everybody's so frightened.

You are just a victim of your own bad dreams
While people are the same as we've always been
But through the blindness in your eyes
For just one minute I see them shine
Love me, won't you love me? But they all turn away

You never fight for anything, you always turn your face away
And you never get involved in trouble let all evil have it's way
So as the girl screams in the street below, you turn up the television
Perhaps you'll see it on the news - well it's nothing to do with you
You're too frightened, everybody's so frightened
Why is everybody so frightened?

Ambition

length: 3:08
vocal: Justin Sullivan
guitar: Justin Sullivan
drums (drum set): Robert Heaton
bass guitar: Stuart Morrow
composer: Justin Sullivan
Stepping out onto the stage the smalltown star tonight
Flexes out for fame and fortune into the lights
The way she tears into the heart makes me realise
That I never understood hatred until I looked into those eyes
She cries, "No one's going to talk down to me again
No one's ever going to patronise me again
I'm going to get out of this town, steal myself a crown
I'm going to get myself some power
If it's the last thing that I do"

Heading out of Bradford with a ticket on the train
And a faith as hard as steel and as sharp as any pain
Gets pictures in the papers smiling oh so good
While she lies in bed with racing dreams hot as blood
Because love will make you happy and love will keep you warm
And love will build a cushion to keep you safe from harm
But hate will drive you onwards, hate will drive you upwards
Till you can get back all the bastards
Who ever tried to put you down

And when she's gone forever, please don't lay her down to rest
In a quiet little churchyard along with all the rest
Throw a great big party to remember that she lived
Give her headlines on the TV to remember who she is
'Cause no one's ever going to talk down to her again
No one's ever going to patronise her again
She's going to get out of this town, steal herself a crown
She's going to get herself some power
If it's the last thing that she does
If it's the one thing that she does
If it's the only thing that she ever does

Grandmother's Footsteps

length: 4:24
vocal: Justin Sullivan
guitar: Justin Sullivan
drums (drum set): Robert Heaton
bass guitar: Stuart Morrow
composer: Justin Sullivan, Stuart Morrow
Come with me my little innocents, there's a game that we can play
See how much we can change your world while you look the other way
Turn around as if to see if you can catch us cheat
And all you'll find are shining presents laid down at your feet
Take the bait, take the bait
Television is flash and Coke is nice and you can have the rest
Dream those dreams you've always had of wealth and power and sex
We'll run your mines, your factories and we'll take our little toll
And you can have these missiles too while we maintain control

Ch: Creeping, creeping footsteps around the world
While they promise us everything we've ever wanted

Hush now, don't you cry, don't you realise your crime?
Like lambs go to the slaughterhouse, we know our rights from wrongs
But we go down to the shopping mall with 30 silver coins
And somewhere out in South America, where the forests lie in ruin
They shout - we'd better get these natives some clothes
Because their videos are coming in soon

Ch: Creeping, creeping footsteps around the world
While they promise us everything we've ever wanted

Better Than Them

length: 3:14
vocal: Justin Sullivan
guitar: Justin Sullivan
drums (drum set): Robert Heaton
bass guitar: Stuart Morrow
composer: Justin Sullivan, Robert Heaton
This is our town, this is Friday night
Dressed in our rags and our rage and our best
Piercing eyes looking for something - anything, anyone.
Stare across the floor as they begin to dance

Missing all the rhythms and the chosen right steps
And we laugh and we drink in our corner again
We're better than them
Divided we were born, divided we live

Divided we fall, divided we die
Still we tell ourselves over and over again
We're better than them
With our hunger and our hatred, we all walk this town

With our fear and our weakness - just holding on
With our doubt and our emptiness and this cold, cold frown
We've got to be so important, we'll put the whole damn world down
And we build the walls that we can hide behind

And our finest weapon is our poisoned pride
Here in this town where the jealousies burn
We're watching you
'Cause truth is only what we need it to be

To bring us survival through each and every day
When nowhere is safe and nowhere is home - just be cool
And what was she wearing and what did he say?
Who goes with who and what did they do?

We tell ourselves over and over again
We're better than them , we're not like them

My Country

length: 3:41
vocal: Justin Sullivan
guitar: Justin Sullivan
drums (drum set): Robert Heaton
bass guitar: Stuart Morrow
composer: Justin Sullivan, Stuart Morrow
Tell all the people who believe what they read in the press
Tell all the folk who stare from behind suburban walls
The enemy is not some nation far across the sea
The enemy is with us every single breathing day

Ch: So yes, I will fight for my country
The land that I love so well
Yes - for justice, a land fit for all our futures
Yes, I will fight for my country
The land that I love so well
Hear the voices of our history echo all around

Fight all the ones who divide us rich against poor
Fight all the ones who divide us white against black
Fight all the ones who want their missiles in our earth
Fight all the powers who would lead us into war
No rights were ever given to us by the grace of God
No rights were ever given by some United Nations clause
No rights were ever given by some nice guy at the top
Our rights they were bought by all the blood
And all the tears of all our
Grandmothers, grandfathers before
For all the folk who gave their lives for us
For all the folk who spit out - never say die
For all the fires burning on our highest hills
For all the people spinning tales tonight
Fight all the powers who would abuse our Common Laws
Fight all the powers who think they only owe themselves . . .

No Greater Love

length: 3:32
vocal: Justin Sullivan
guitar: Justin Sullivan
drums (drum set): Robert Heaton
bass guitar: Stuart Morrow
composer: Justin Sullivan, Stuart Morrow, Robert Heaton
There's storm clouds amassing over in the west up above the moor
The city shines in grey, mills closing down on the valley floor
All you can do here is survive, grit your teeth and just stay alive
And never understand

The young ones they dance with fire in their hearts until the years go by
And older, defeated they stare in their beer at closing time
No greater love could there ever be
Than what I feel for you, what you gave to me
You saved my life from this

While kings are in their counting houses, people just wait here in silent rows
They spat and they jeered in a last desperate fear as they watched us go
Remember how we turned and ran
Heads into the wind running hand in hand
We laughed until we cried
So many tears . . .

No Rest

length: 5:21
writer: Justin Sullivan, Stuart Morrow, Robert Heaton
Ch: Four o'clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep
Turning over turning round, twisting in our sweat
They say there is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God what have we done?
There is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God what is this evil that we've done?

Is it that we wanted more than you gave?
Why did you put us then in this smalltown grave?
Humility - is that what you want?
Why did you make us then the way you did?
Yes we have pride - is this our sin?
Is it the times that we've been out fighting?
Well I'll tell you all those times - we never really hurt anybody
Or is it that we were eating
While other people were starving?
Is this our crime?
Ch: Four o'clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep . . .

Is it the times we laughed about it all
Through all those whisky nights so far away?
Yes, we betrayed you - is this our crime?

Young, Gifted and Skint

length: 3:10
vocal: Justin Sullivan
guitar: Justin Sullivan
drums (drum set): Robert Heaton
bass guitar: Stuart Morrow
composer: Justin Sullivan, Stuart Morrow
Young, gifted and skint, that's where it in't
Look how easily it happened, look how easily I fell
Now I'm up to here in debt, there's a noose around my neck
There's a price upon my head
My past was all in borrowed time, stupid, stupid borrowed time
Now that the deed is done I'm waiting for the axe to fall
Fantasies grow in my brain, run away and start again
Disappear and change my name
Money makes the world go round, fear makes it turn much faster
Can't pay the rent-man a single thing, don't let the man from the Gas Board in
Maybe this is all a dream, maybe I'll wake up again
Maybe this could all be clean again

Drag It Down

length: 3:23
vocal: Justin Sullivan
guitar: Justin Sullivan
drums (drum set): Robert Heaton
bass guitar: Stuart Morrow
composer: Justin Sullivan, Stuart Morrow, Robert Heaton
They started work this morning down at city square
They're pulling down the statues of our great grandfather's hero
The new books said he wasn't such a great man after all
And anyway remember that the times they are a-changing

Pull it down, drag it down
Till there's nothing to look up to
But the brand names on the posters all around

They proved on television last night that God was just a lie
He never made the world at all
It was just some sweet old fashioned right
So melt down all the ornaments, move out all the graves
And let us build the disco that we need for our young braves

Pull it down, drag it down
Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages
Past are shattered on the ground

We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic,
Until everything that's sacred is brought down to our level
for Mammon is a jealous master, - leaves no room for any other
All the questions left unanswered, all the answers gone forever
So bow to the woman in the finest fur
Bow to the man with the ace street cool
Bow to the woman with all the power
Bow to the man with all the money
In whose sight are we equal now?
Now that we've killed God

Shot 18

length: 3:12
vocal: Justin Sullivan
guitar: Justin Sullivan
drums (drum set): Robert Heaton
bass guitar: Stuart Morrow
composer: Justin Sullivan, Robert Heaton
Thou shalt not kill - remember that?
You learnt it again and again when you were young
They said weapons have this safety catch
Your moral conscience tells you kid what's right, what's wrong
Well they make out like they're so surprised
But it's easy when you're civilised
Count to ten, close your eyes
The way it's always been . . Shot 18

I think I was a bit surprised
I never knew I was so anaesthetised
And triggers pull so lightly and people die so easy
I never realised
Well I believe in common laws
I believe in even scores
I understand the rules of war
The way the slate is cleaned . . Shot 18

Who wants another Christian martyr?
Who wants someone else's pain?
Who wants the world on their shoulder?
Who wants to have to cry in vain?
Who wants to have an open sore
Eating away deep inside you?
Who wants to torture themselves
When there's plenty eager to do it for you?

Well, years might heal all the scars
But I don't know if you feel like you have that time
And if I was the man that killed your father
And if I said I'm sorry, would that change your mind?
Well no one should be so surprised
That words don't pay for victims' lives
It's teeth for teeth, eyes for eyes
The way it's always been . . Shot 18

The Attack

length: 3:31
vocal: Justin Sullivan
guitar: Justin Sullivan
drums (drum set): Robert Heaton
bass guitar: Stuart Morrow
composer: Justin Sullivan
Now the talking's over, plans are laid and the hour is set
Glances round the table, eyes all shining, dark and bright
We meet again at daybreak for the day that will be ours
We're tomorrow's history
So just check your weapons, say your prayers.
Now the evening's over, voices muffled in the cold night mist
We leave the house together, home to rest up in the last few hours
Heads against the pillows with eyes that will not close
Of all the dreams that we've ever had
This is the one, this is the one

Now the night is over - dawn cracks open like a breaking shell
Now the waiting's over - as we walk in silence through the empty streets
We meet beneath the tower, greetings empty like the taste inside
Turn towards the valley and the day that has waited for us all our lives
Even in this age of concrete, even in this age of reason
There comes a time when you put your life
Into the hands of the gods.