Down the Years

Rulers rule, and foolers fool 
  How easily the flock is steered 
  By hands so fine, cruel and kind 
  Hands that point us down the years 

  Down the years (x3) 
  Down, down the years 

  The power of gold, or even God above 
  Awash in blood in history's mud 
  With assassins' bullets and martyrs' spears 
  Slaying and praying down the years 

  Down the years (x3) 
  Down, down the years 

  Sex and money, like birds of prey 
  Feed on the betrayer and the betrayed 
  Time's demon lovers go from poison cups 
  Their lying and plotting just got too much 

  And your paper heroes - they'll turn to dust 
  Like our knights in armor - they turn to rust 
  Go hang the scapegoat; let the masses cheer 
  Their idiot laughter an anthem down the years 

  Down the years (x3) 
  Down, down the years