Panic, all hell breaks loose A battered body screams abuse A plastic bullet ends his youth A motherless son turns and pukes
Chorus: Behind closed curtains Terror stares
What are they doing prowling round our streets Who are they looking for with bullets in their breech Screamig sirens fill the air Then turn of nowhere there's coppers everywhere
Chorus
God saved the Queen with blanks from a gun But who is our protector when provoked to run We still don't know why they surrounded the streets But now they've withdrawn in full retreat
