Where's that space of fear you hide? Have you gone way beyond the center Out there in space I know you need to get even Tell me the one about the hand that holds you down Because the bruise on your face, it always seems to stay around And tell me the one

When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that

Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue And I can see those fighter planes In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See it driving nails Into the souls on the tree of pain From the firefly, a red orange glow See the face of fear Running scared in the valley