Look up I hear the scream of sirens on the wall
I see a policeman crying in the backseat of a dying Ford
Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars who are far too old
And no-one ever told me that I could be so cold
Bombers fight at zero
Feet
Bombers fight at zero
I see an old man knocked to the ground and beaten by the vicar's wife
No-one stops to help they're far too busy trying to save their own lives
A tiny girl screams for mother and wanders out into the street
I saw her going down underneath a thousand people's running feet
Bombers fight at zero
Feet
Bombers fight at zero
All the junkies pulling needles from their arms hope it lasts all night
And all the soldiers curse the day they joined the army and prepare to fight
In silent bars, in silent rooms, in silent cars you hide where you can
And me I know just where you are, you see I'm a bomber man
Bombers fight at zero
Feet
Bombers fight at zero
I see a policeman crying in the backseat of a dying Ford
Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars who are far too old
And no-one ever told me that I could be so cold
Bombers fight at zero
Feet
Bombers fight at zero
I see an old man knocked to the ground and beaten by the vicar's wife
No-one stops to help they're far too busy trying to save their own lives
A tiny girl screams for mother and wanders out into the street
I saw her going down underneath a thousand people's running feet
Bombers fight at zero
Feet
Bombers fight at zero
All the junkies pulling needles from their arms hope it lasts all night
And all the soldiers curse the day they joined the army and prepare to fight
In silent bars, in silent rooms, in silent cars you hide where you can
And me I know just where you are, you see I'm a bomber man
Bombers fight at zero
Feet
Bombers fight at zero
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2017/4/8 - 15:01
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Scritta da Gary Numan sotto lo pseudonimo di Valerian
Singolo uscito nel 1978
La guerra, un bombardamento imminente su di una città , il panico fra la gente, i soldati che si preparano allo scontro maledicendo il giorno in cui si sono arruolati, la gelida tracotanza del pilota che sta per sganciare il suo carico di morte...
Una canzone che nel testo ricorda molto Five Years di David Bowie.