--- 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
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