Crocodile Beach Lyrics

Bill was a killer fresh out of his teens

In the dry desert sunrise of Crocodile Beach

Spent his twenty-first summer dug out in the sand

Just following orders on occupied land

And this silence

The silence of shame

These sins of our fathers

Are sins in our name

In the care home he'd tell us, it haunted his nights

He'd speak of a reckoning with fear in his eyes

He'd still see their faces in cold morning light

In guilt he'd been carrying for most of his life

And this silence

The silence of shame

These crimes of our islands

This blood in our veins

We can rise up and tear it all down

We can pay reparations for the stains on our hands

We won't make good the sins of the past

But we'll fight to make England a great nation at last