Credo

I watch the TV every nightI stay awake by satelliteI hope and pray the nightmaresStay away todayAn oily shroud on a coral reefA black cloud’s hanging over meWhen I hit on the remoteThe programmes stay the sameCredo, Credo, Credo, CredoAn assegai slick with sweat and bloodA shotgun barks at a rabid dogA shallow grave hugs a highwayBeneath a bleaching sunCredo, Credo, Credo, CredoIt don’t mean nothin’, it don’t mean nothin’It don’t mean nothin’, it don’t mean nothin’ to meWhen cancer sucks a young girl’s breastWhen a company chains a young man’s soulWhen the coal dust stoleMy grandad’s breath away one dayCredo, Credo, Credo, CredoIt don’t mean nothin’, it don’t mean nothin’It don’t mean nothin’, it don’t mean nothin’ to meA tattered tramp tacks a windy wyndTo close a crowded circle round a brazier’s lightA man becomes a mountain in the falling snowA mother screams and a baby criesThe memory gone before the blood has driedA needle pricks the conscienceTo help it fade awayCredo, Credo, Credo, CredoIt don’t mean nothin’, it don’t mean nothin’It don’t mean nothin’, it don’t mean nothin’ to meThe more you scream, the less you hearOr that’s how it used to beBut I just can’t tell the differenceAnymore these daysThe open lips of an alter boyA planet spins in a silent voidThe options are ever fewerOn the ground these daysCredo, Credo, Credo, CredoIt don’t mean nothin’, it don’t mean nothin’It don’t mean nothin’, it don’t mean nothin’ to me