[Intro: motorik drums, distorted bass pulse, low analogue drone] [Verse 1] Shannon in the morning Rain against the glass A Welshman out of Newport A Texan with no past The Dublin man said little The Pole just watched the road Four bags through Kraków station Four names nobody knows [Verse 2] East beyond the border The billboards disappear Diesel, mud and winter A language learnt by ear They sleep beneath a schoolhouse With blankets on the floor Somebody paints the windows black Somebody locks the door [Refrain] Two flags, one ledger Two columns on the page One crate goes east at midnight One goes west at break of day Two flags, one ledger Everybody gets supplied Count the dead in different colours Keep the profit unified [Verse 3] He came in a black Mercedes Clean shoes in the clay Thin smile, expensive overcoat Three phones tucked away A broker with a catalogue And customs men on call He said, "Gentlemen, I don't pick sides I simply sell to all" The Texan stared straight through him The Welshman shook his head The Pole looked at the serial marks On rifles from the dead The Dublin man stepped closer Said, "We've heard enough from you Take your money, take your guns And get out. We're through." [Instrumental: metallic percussion, distorted synth sequence] [Verse 4] Outside Kupiansk at sunrise The treeline starts to move A drone hangs like an insect Above the broken roofs No speeches in the dugout No television crew Just batteries and cigarettes And something left to prove [Refrain] Two flags, one ledger Same figures, different names Sell the shell that breaks the window Sell the glass to mend the pane Two flags, one ledger No conscience in the freight Shake one hand on Monday morning Shake the other at the gate [Bridge: drums drop to bass pulse and drone] There are men who start the fighting And men who hold the line And men who make a fortune Selling both sides every time And somewhere there's a warehouse Where nothing has a side Only numbers on the boxes And signatures inside [Final Verse] Four shadows in a treeline Before the morning snow The Dublin man checks magazines And says it's time to go No talk about tomorrow No medals, flags or fame Just a line on someone's map now And four men who hold the same [Final Refrain] Two flags, one ledger Two columns on the page One crate goes east at midnight One goes west at break of day Two flags, one ledger Every corpse becomes a sale And the man who sells to everyone Is the only one who'll never fail [Outro: bass and motorik drums continue as instruments drop away] Two flags One ledger Two flags One ledger Take your money Take your guns And fuck off.
