A story that went untold
And one that you can't un-hear
And although I held you close
I somehow never got near…

In the company of strangers
They don't wanna talk about that
When you're coming from the working class
But if that's the scene you gotta make
Be like brothers
Don't ever break
After all this time you wonder why

Heard someone had seen your ghost
Haunting the newly adored
The ones that influence your thoughts
But seem to be so easily bought…

And you say that it's a privilege
Well maybe not from where we're stood
‘Cos all that our roots did
Was just trip us up
But there'll never be any shame
For the things that we would never change
After all this time holding the line

We weren't ever gonna leave it
Though we always understood
That all that our roots did
Was just trip us up
But we'll keep it from an honest place
And the brothers won't ever break
After all this time, you wonder why?