The Whistleblowers

In such a secret world so many things to hide, and often people are moved to leak a light On murky places where what’s happening isn’t right And the least we can do is play a song to pay some due to the whistleblowers … 

From tiny kitchens to the worridors of the world, where somehow or other justice has been twisted and sold 

The least we can do now is sing a song to give a bow to the whistleblowers … 

The truth wants to be free, it wants to find its way out 

The revelation confirms what you already know, (shame) you’re getting scared now about everything that’s still behind a cloak, mirrors and smoke 

They stand aside because they know that they are right  because they know it’s wrong and must come out in sight,  but it can be a such a lonely place to stand … 

… and let it blow 

Thanks to brave indignation that decides that we all need to know 

so the least we can do is play a piece to send some  cheer to the whistleblowers … 

Music and Lyrics by John Harris

John Harris – Vocals, Bass, Keyboards Kevin Murphy – Drums Matt Hall – Keyboards

Produced by John Harris Engineered by Matt Hall at SLW