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Fish

Genres: Rock

White Russian Lyrics - Fish

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 periphery 

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 it's getting harder 

To calm me 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 burning 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, 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, racing the clouds home 

Racing 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 

Frozen faces in nameless ranks 

I know that they would rather be 

Standing here besides me chasing the clouds home 

 

You can shut your eyes, you can hide away 

It's gonna come back another day 

 

Racing the clouds home, are we racing the clouds home? 

Racing the clouds home 

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