Shoot Them Down -

This town is dark, a thousand buildings falling down

The dying spark, another day of selling out — 'try making a new start somewhere'

There’s nothing proud about the man who’s growing older, living on fallen hopes

A Falling shroud across the North — the Empire’s gold, supplier of men and coal

Shoot them down in the wars of the world

Shoot them down in the peace without word of warning

This city sleeps, this city gave you ships of steel, she gave you the nation’s

fist

She’s old and tired but in her day she gave you everything and more

She will give you nothing now

No wheels turn against the burning clouds of Northern summer night, this night

Tears burn, another tired and empty town closes down

Shoot them down in the wars of the world

Shoot them down in the wars of the world

Shoot them down in the wars of the world

Shoot them down in the peace without word of warning