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