Did you hear the shots ring out this morning
blended echoes in our minds
leaving messages of terror on the streets
these sounds are postcards sent from hell
When the night comes we can hide behind these walls, from the administration of despair
reach out to me, and I won't let you go, no I won't let you go
This is a sweet but bloodstained carol
made of poison, love and fear
to the police and friends, sons, murderers and thieves
will we, will we ever be alright
When the night comes we can hide behind these walls, from the administration of despair
reach out to me, and I won't let you go, no I won't let you go
When the night comes we can hide behind these walls, from the administration of despair
reach out to me, and I won't let you go, no I won't let you go
When the night comes we can hide behind these walls, from the administration of despair
reach out to me, and I won't let you go, no I won't let you go

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