Mirror Breaks - THE MOB

We walk in fear and trepidation

Count the rows of dead

While the murderer plays his trumpets

For the ones that he has led

And theres nothing much that can be done

For

While you’re still strong

And the big boys laugh to see such fun

And the little girl cries cos she knows whats wrong

You may think I don’t know anything

You may think I’ve got it wrong

But I know what it means when I hear the hangman

Whistling his song

And the knives so sharp in whitehall

And the knives they keep for us

And the only weapons we’ve got

Are our hopes and fragile love

Theres many pints of blood

Upon the hands that rule the earth

Though for every body dragged out

Another one gives birth

And the children have the world one day

And I hope they use it well

And I wish their elders all the best

And I hope they burn in hell

And then the sun goes down

And leaves me with the night

Where I suffer with the ghosts

And still more fright

And the mirror breaks I stand alone, alone

And I light another cigarette and drown

And the big boys laugh to see such fun

And the little girl cries cos she knows whats wrong