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
Behind closed curtains terror stares
God saved the queen with blanks from a gun But who is our protector when provoked to run We still don't know why they surrounded the streets But now they've withdrawn in full retreat
Behind closed curtains terror staresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
