where do we go from here?
they boarded up the synagogues
you can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner
the dj resigned today they wouldn't let him have his say
surface scratched where the needles play
terror in rue de st. denis
someone else in someone else's pocket
christ knows i don't know how to stop it
the cynics can't afford to laugh
i heard in on the telegraph there's uzis on a street corner
the more i find fewer answers
i shout it out but you know it's getting harder
to come to terms with what it's all about
i can't pretend everything's all right
they seem to be deserting me
but to stand up and fight i know we have six million reasons
they're burning down the synagogues
the heralds of the holocaust
the silence never louder than now
how quickly we forgot our vows
this resurrection we can't allow
we buy fresh bagels from the corner store
where swastikas are spat from aerosols
i sit in the bar sipping iced white russian
trying to score but nobody's pushing
and everyone looks at everyone's faces
searching for signs and praying for traces of a conscience in residence
are we sitting on a barbed wire fence
we place our faith in human rights
in the paper wars that tie the red tape tight
i know that i would rather be out of this conspiracy
in the gulags and internment camps frozen faces in nameless ranks
i know that they would rather be standing here besides me
you can hide it away it's gonna come back another day
are we racing the clouds home