They Come at Night - Marianne Faithfull

Oh now Mama, don’t you hear my plea?

What is this horror Mama, flooding over me?

They return the Nazis, every seventy years

Bombs explode in Paris, the future is here

There’s no brave England, no brave Russia, no America… uh huh!

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 traumatised…

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