Marianne Faithfull They Come At Night
Oh no, mama, don't you hear my plea
What is this horror, mama, flooding over me
They return, the Nazis, every 70 years
Bombs explode in Paris, the future is here
There's no brave England, no brave Russia, no America
(Ah-hah!)
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
(Whoah 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
