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Holding up the bank in Belgrade

She lost her mind

Between the battle lines
And the telephone rings

A bell rung out

As they talk about

Sixteen kids gone in a school yard

The papers read, she shakes her head

And I said



In the darkest night

Come the darkest days

In the worst of ways
The skin from beneath

All the way to the mouths they feed

Then they're filtered clear

The boys will try

And the judge decides

Get out while you can, she tells me

You're wasting time

That's fine



In the darkest night

Come the darkest days

In the worst of ways



All right, now



>From the silent cry

To the naked eye

She waves good-bye



Holding up the bank in Belgrade

I played a tune

When, how, did it happen soon, she said

Now we find a way to make it down

The place smokes, and the palace burns

And the world keeps turning around

And around, yeah

Around, and it's bringing me down



In the darkest night

Come the darkest days

And the last bell rings out