On the very day I die, The very last of my desires, Is that you take my broken body, And commit it to the fire,

And then when the fire is finished, Scrape the ash into a tin, Take them down to London's drinking reservoirs, And throw them in,

And then specks infinitesimal of my mortal remains, Will slide down 7 million throats and into 7 million veins, And I will creep through their capillaries into the marrow of their bones, And they will wake to bright new mornings and then wordlessly they'll know...

So these 7 million innocents, They will have me in their blood, And when they die they'll burn their bodies, Or be buried in the mud, And I will spread through streams and rivers like a virus through a host, From the hamlets to the cities from the rivers to the coast, And from there into the channel across the great Atlantic Ocean, And ever onwards to the new world, Through the waters gentle motions, Until parts of me are part of every land mass every sea, In the rain, up on your corps and in the very air you breath,

I'm not convinced of the existence of these things that don't exist, Yeah by Jewish boys with big ideas and scratches on their wrist, By a loving or a vengeful God, Or one who condescends, Who'll wash his hands down in the mire among the misery of men, Or by ever turning circles hanging timeless in the sky, Like a dream catcher distracting from the fact you're gonna die,

But I place one foot before the other, Confident because, I know that everything we are right now is everything that was, That Watt Tyler, Woody, Guthrie, Dostoevsky and Davy Jones, Are all dissolved into the ether and have crept into my bones, And all the cells in all the lines upon the backs of both my hands, Were once carved into the details of two feet upon the sand.

Frank Turner-One Foot Before the Other.

Apologies for pasting almost a whole song (minus choruses), but those verses are pure epic poetry.

EDIT:Spelling and punctuation errors from lyrics website.