Look Up On The Ledge, There's A Bomber Diving On The Golden Street
Down Below The Crowd Is Falling, Bullets Under Feet

Don't Tell Me, Don't Tell Me, Hey Don't Tell Me

We're Under The Beat Of A Brand-new Marching Order
Ears To Be Ground There's A Party Planned For The New Recruits
Hurricane Lamps Are Burning, Teargas Fills The Route, Yeah