Panic, all hell breaks loose

A battered body screams abuse

A plastic bullet ends his youth

A motherless son turns and pukes



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Behind closed curtains

Terror stares



What are they doing prowling round our streets

Who are they looking for with bullets in their breech

Screamig sirens fill the air

Then turn of nowhere there's coppers everywhere



Chorus



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But now they've withdrawn in full retreat



Chorus