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• Artiste: Fred Small
• Titre: Face At The Window
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In the stillness of the alley waits a man with an open blade And he hurts the woman badly and within her plants his seed She can't shake the dirt and horror as the seed takes root and grows But the law now claims her body, the doctor's door is closed She goes back to another alley to a leering butcher's blade And the deal is dark and bloody in the crime the law has made. CHORUS: And the face at the window never blinks never turns away When you wake in the night to a flashing light When you burn on judgment day They have spoke aloud your daydreams They have listened to your plans They have watched you dance in the rainstorm They have seen you ride the wind. Walking slowly home at night a man touching a man And the car looks kind of familiar and it's coming round again You got no chance in that deadly dance when they cut you to the bone There's a bleeding gash from the broken glass and you hear somebody moan And maybe somebody calls the cops and they take their own sweet time And they say it's just a couple of fags again and maybe your friend is dying. CHORUS And your lover comes to you softly and you touch and you feel no shame And you steal away from the city and lightning fills your veins In an air-conditioned office the committee discusses your case They know the words you whispered they felt the flush upon your face. They have files on every fantasy, who's on top and who's below You have crossed into the shadow place where outlaws freely roam. CHORUS You can drink the lies of paradise while the books on the shelves disappear You can make a comfortable living, you can swear it can't happen here And maybe they'll come for the unionists and maybe they'll come for the Jews And maybe they'll come for the heretics but they'll never come for you When you hear the step in the hallway, when you taste the iron fear Don't you go shouting out for justice 'cause there's no one left to hear. CHORUS