Profiteers Paroles

Paroles de Profiteers

Look up on the ledge, there's a bomber diving on the golden streetDown below the crowd is falling, bullets under feetDon't tlel me, don't tell me, hey don't tell meWe're under the beat of a brand-new marching orderEars to be ground there's a party planned for the new recruitsHurricane lamps are burning, teargas fills the route, yeah