September Morning News - Gravy Train

What’s that you’re saying, alleyway’s bustlin'

With rumors that the war is outside our city walls

September morning news, you bring me down…

September morning news, you bring me down

Fathers and brothers fled from the churches

Sent to the place they loved by the stones and stares of their flaws

Wives and their daughters, blood on their blouses

Spat on the ones they love with their terror and fear

September morning news, you bring me down…

September morning news, you bring me down

You’re broken-hearted, I remember your face

You blessed the flag we brought on that hard-won Bastille Day

September morning of sorrow and doubt

Where can I turn to now the new day’s likely over?

September morning news, you bring me down…

September morning news, you bring me down…

September morning news, you bring me down…

September morning news, you bring me down