And this is how it all began On our first campaign to the Fatherland There was writing on the walls Looked like "Circus" there for me We were smoking Karl Marx With the junkies in the park I watched the barmaid keeping track By marking X's on our mats

The sky is crying the streets are full of tears Rain come down wash away my fears And all this writing on the wall Oh I can read between the lines Rain come down forgive this dirty town Rain come down and give this dirty town A drink of water a drink of

Who am I living for? I can see the writing on the wall, I can't ignore this war, At the end of it all, At the end, at the end, It's never easy to be chosen, Never easy to be called, Standing on the front line when the bombs start to fall,