We Went Into Town On The Tuesday Night. Searching All The Places That You Hang About. We're Looking For You. In The Back Street Cellar Dive Drinking Clubs.
Through the years of decay we walk like tigers in cages. With each passing turn the smaller and smaller the circles. Every weapon and word legitimate now as protection.
Splashing through the water on the motorway. The headlights shine in every drop of rain. And every mile takes a minute and every minute lasts an hour.
Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls. In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honoring every call. So the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in their side.
Headline in the paper tells of fighting in the streets. Teenage battles; six arrested. Mutters in the council chambers, something must be done. Before our city streets become infested.
Now the talking's over, plans are laid and the hour is set. Glances round the table, eyes all shining, dark and bright. We meet again at daybreak for the day that will be ours.