Discography

  1. Parade

    Parade

    25 May 1984

    Nature Of The Beast

    It is the key to all the doors;
    It is the crashing on the shores.
    It lives in your steering wheel;
    It hides in the wind and rain.
    With voices as cold as steel,
    It’s calling your name.

    It is the smile upon his face;
    It is the winning of the race.
    It lives in the red-alert;
    It lives in the power game;
    It’s easy to take to heart,
    But harder to tame.

    This is the nature of the beast,
    This is the nature.
    Without all this heat,
    They’ll be dancing West to East.
    This is the nature of the beast.

    It is the glowing in his eyes;
    It is the reason for his lies.
    How many know you’re there?
    How many play your game?
    He’s always the man to dare,
    You’re always to blame.

    It is the need to understand;
    It is the trigger in his hand.
    It lives in the uniform;
    It grows from the need to gain,
    With faces so old and torn,
    It’s calling your name.

    This is the nature of the beast,
    This is the nature.
    Without all this heat,
    They’ll be dancing West to East.
    This is the nature of the beast.