Track 6 of _Clutching At Straws_ ---



Where do we go from here



They're boarding up the synagogues uzis on a street corner

You can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner

the DJ resigned today they wouldn't let him have his say

a surface scratched where the needles play uzis on a street corner



Where do we go from here



Terror on the Rue de St. Denis, murder on the peripherie

Someone else in someone else's pocket, Christ knows

I don't know how to stop it

Lay poppies at the Cenotaph, the cynics can't afford

to laugh, I heard in on the telegraph there's uzis

on a street corner



Where do we go from here



The more I see the more I hear the more I find the fewer answers

I close my mind, I shut it out but you know its getting harder

to calm down, to reason out, to come to terms with

what it's all about

I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, I can't pretend everything's

alright. My ideals my sanity, they seem to be

deserting me but to stand up and fight I know

we have six million reasons



They're buring down the synagogues uzis on a street corner

the heralds of the holocaust uzis on a street corner

The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot

our vows, this resurrection we can't allow, the uzis

on a street corner



Where do we go from here



We buy fresh bagels from the corner store

Where swastikas are spat from aerosols

I sit in the bar sipping iced white russians

trying to score but nobody's pushing

and everyone looks at everyone's faces

searching for signs and praying for traces

of a conscience in residence, are we sitting on

a barbed wire fence, chasing the clouds home



We place our faith in human rights

In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight

I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy



In the gulags and internment camps

nameless faces in frozen ranks

I know that they would rather be

standing here besides me chasing the clouds home



We place our faith in human rights

In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight

I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy



In the gulags and internment camps

nameless faces in frozen ranks

I know that they would rather be

standing here besides me chasing the clouds home

racing the clouds home



You can shut your eyes, you can hide away

it's gonna come back another dady



racing the clouds home



But where do we go from here



(Hilton, Vienna) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK