Lyrics:

Look Up On The Ledge, There's A Bomber Diving On The Golden Street
down Below The Crowd Is Falling, Bullets Under Feet

don't Tell Me, Don't Tell Me, Hey Don't Tell Me

we're Under The Beat Of A Brand-New Marching Order
ears To Be Ground There's A Party Planned For The New Recruits
hurricane Lamps Are Burning, Teargas Fills The Route, Yeah