| Oh now Mama, don’t you hear my plea?
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| What is this horror Mama, flooding over me?
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| They return the Nazis, every seventy years
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| Bombs explode in Paris, the future is here
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| There’s no brave England, no brave Russia, no America… uh huh!
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| Their sins come home to haunt us
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| From the wrong side of the gun
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| Who is that creepin' up the stairs in black?
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| It’s a murderer Mama, knife you in the back
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| They come at night, and the world goes blind with fear
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| Terror in Paris, the future is here
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| Cry for them, cry for us, playing the game of death… ah hah!
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| It’s not a game when you are
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| Down to taking your last breath… whoah oh!
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| They come at night Mama, just like before
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| Turn the streets to blood red rivers,
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| Turn your eyes no more
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| They come at night, and the world goes blind with fear
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| Iron bars in Europe, the future is here
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| Those who survived that night are still completely traumatised…
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| Whoah oh!
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| But the other souls unlucky,
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| Shot like dogs between the eyes…
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| There’s no brave England, no brave Russia, no America
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| Their sins come home to haunt us
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| From the wrong side of the gun |