They are the victims of the night

Ride against the wind born to lose the fight

They fill the doorways they come far

Holding what they bring details on a card

Someone shuts the door goodbye on their lips



There is no charity from where they come

There's nothing left to be

In stark reality thy will be done

For you for them for me



How far Jerusalem before the heart breaks down

No kings among them cold feet in London town

How far Jerusalem oh broken hearted clown

We stand among them cold feet in London town



They are in search of Liberty's trail

Equal in their eyes faces drawn and pale

So many hearts have gone before

Probably ignored crashing to the floor

They are the victims of the night

Ride against the wind born to lost the fight