| Panic all hell breaks loose
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| A battered body screams abuse
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| A plastic bullet end his youth
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| A motherless son turns and pukes
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| Behind closed curtains
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| Terror stares
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| What are they doing prowling round our streets
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| Who are they looking for with bullets in their breech
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| Screaming sirens fills the air
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| Then turn off noweher there coppers everywhere
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| Behind closed curtains
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| Terror stares
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| God saved the queen with blanks from a gun
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| But who is our protector when provoced to run
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| We still don’t know why they surround the streets
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| But now they’ve withdrawn in full retreat |