Panic all hell breaks loose
 A battered body screams abuse
 A plastic bullet end his youth
 A motherless son turns and pukes
 Behind closed curtains
 Terror stares
 What are they doing prowling round our streets
 Who are they looking for with bullets in their breech
 Screaming sirens fills the air
 Then turn off noweher there coppers everywhere
 Behind closed curtains
 Terror stares
 God saved the queen with blanks from a gun
 But who is our protector when provoced to run
 We still don´t know why they surround the streets
 But now they´ve withdrawn in full retreat