Look up I hear the scream of sirens on the wall
I see a policeman crying in the back seat of a dying ford
Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars who are far too old
And no-one ever told me that I could be so cold
Bombers flight at zero
Feet, feet
Bombers flight at zero
I see an old man knocked to the ground and beaten by the vicar's wife
And no-one stops to help they're far too busy tring to save their own lives
A tiny girl screams for mother and wanders out into the street
I saw her go down underneath a thousand people's running feet
Bombers flight at zero
Feet, feet
Bombers flight at zero
All the junkies pulling needles from their arms and hope it lasts the night
All the soldiers curse the day they joined the army and prepare to fight
In silent bars, in silent rooms, in silent cars, you hide where you can
And me I know just where you are, you see, I'm a bomber man
Bombers flight at zero
Feet, feet
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