maggiore vita

the world will not long mourn the humble dead
those who have built the cities we don't see
we barely thought that they deserved their bread

so easy to class gold right in with lead
we praise in turn each sacred appointee
the world will not long mourn the humble dead

those long defeats they met without much dread
and bowed before both kings and bourgeoisie
we barely thought that they deserved their bread

instead we lie back in our soft warm bed
and laugh at those who have to bend the knee
the world will not long mourn the humble dead

not long enough to know just who had bled
and fallen just so far as to agree
we barely thought that they deserved their bread

the answers are kept hidden in each head
by minds that have been lost in the dark sea
the world will not long mourn the humble dead
we barely thought that they deserved their bread