Lyrics:

They are the victims of the night Ride against the wind born to lose the fight They fill the doorways they come far Holding what they bring details on a card Someone shuts the door goodbye on their lips There is no charity from where they come There's nothing left to be In stark reality thy will be done For you for them for me How far Jerusalem before the heart breaks down No kings among them cold feet in London town How far Jerusalem oh broken hearted clown We stand among them cold feet in London town They are in search of Liberty's trail Equal in their eyes faces drawn and pale So many hearts have gone before Probably ignored crashing to the floor They are the victims of the night Ride against the wind born to lost the fight