Panic, all hell breaks loose A battered body screams abuse A plastic bullet ends his youth A motherless son turns and pukes Behind closed curtains terror stares What are they doing prowling round our streets Who are they looking for with bullets in their breech Screaming sriens fill the air They turn off nowhere there s coppers everywhere
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