Lyrics
Bombers fight at zero feet, hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars, all the junkies pulling needles from their arms
All the junkies pulling needles from their arms, i see a policeman crying in the backseat of a dying ford
i see an old man knocked to the ground
in silent bars
All the junkies pulling needles from their arms, who are far too old
Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars, look up i hear the scream of sirens on the wall David, in silent rooms
In silent bars, a tiny girl screams for mother David, trying to save their own lives
Bombers fight at zero feet, bombers fight at zero
A thousand people s running feet, i see a policeman crying in the backseat of a dying ford David, and beaten by the vicar s wife
I saw her going down underneath, who are far too old, in silent bars
bombers fight at zero
All the junkies pulling needles from their arms, bombers fight at zero
you hide where you can
And wanders out into the street, bombers fight at zero, bombers fight at zero feet
Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars, in silent bars
And beaten by the vicar s wife, and wanders out into the street, and wanders out into the street
and beaten by the vicar s wife
in silent cars
And wanders out into the street, a tiny girl screams for mother David, and me i know just where you are
All the junkies pulling needles from their arms, no-one stops to help they re far too busy
i see an old man knocked to the ground
You hide where you can, who are far too old
A tiny girl screams for mother, and me i know just where you are
And all the soldiers curse the day they joined the army, who are far too old
Look up i hear the scream of sirens on the wall, that i could be so cold, look up i hear the scream of sirens on the wall
In silent bars, i see a policeman crying in the backseat of a dying ford, all the junkies pulling needles from their arms
And beaten by the vicar s wife, hope it lasts all night
Bombers fight at zero feet, a thousand people s running feet
And wanders out into the street, all the junkies pulling needles from their arms, and me i know just where you are
and me i know just where you are
bombers fight at zero feet
that i could be so cold
and all the soldiers curse the day they joined the army
bombers fight at zero feet
Bombers fight at zero feet, i see a policeman crying in the backseat of a dying ford
And beaten by the vicar s wife, and prepare to fight David, a tiny girl screams for mother
In silent rooms, and beaten by the vicar s wife
No-one stops to help they re far too busy, no-one stops to help they re far too busy, and beaten by the vicar s wife
A tiny girl screams for mother, bombers fight at zero feet, and beaten by the vicar s wife