Lyrics:

If ever the day comes that London is Belfast
Who'd stone the soldiers then?
And who'd run the streets?
And after all the fighting is over
Who'd be the victor in truth?
There'll always be a wall to get over
Nothing is right for the hot youth

If ever the day comes that Beirut is Brighton
Who'd light the fires of battle?
And who'd shoot and reload the guns?
And after all the fighting is over
Who'd be the victor in truth?
There'll always be a wall to get over
Nothing is right for the hot youth

If ever the day comes that Moscow is London
Who'd be the soldiers then?
And who'd be the beast?
And after all the fighting is over
Who'd be the victor in truth?
There'll always be a wall to get over
Nothing is right for the hot youth