Oh now Mama, don't you hear my plea?
What is this horror Mama, flooding over me?
They return the Nazis, every seventy years
Bombs explode in Paris, the future is here

There's no brave England, no brave Russia, no America, uh huh!
Their sins come home to haunt us
From the wrong side of the gun

Who is that creepin' up the stairs in black?
It's a murderer Mama, knife you in the back
They come at night, and the world goes blind with fear
Terror in Paris, the future is here

Cry for them, cry for us, playing the game of death, ah hah!
It's not a game when you are
Down to taking your last breath, whoah oh!

They come at night Mama, just like before
Turn the streets to blood red rivers
Turn your eyes no more
They come at night, and the world goes blind with fear
Iron bars in Europe, the future is here

Those who survived that night are still completely traumatized
Whoa oh!
But the other souls unlucky
Shot like dogs between the eyes

There's no brave England, no brave Russia, no America
Their sins come home to haunt us
From the wrong side of the gun Writer/s: Marianne Faithfull, Mark Lanegan
Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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