COUNTDOWN


The street of the city are closing in 
It’s getting so hot, it’s blistering my skin 
Fires are burning out of control 
Some day soon this place is gonna go 

 4-3-2-1-Countdown 

More cops on the street every day 
Somewhere in the distance the sirens wail 
Night time falling in London again 
And everybodys wondering where it’s gonna end 

 4-3-2-1-Countdown 

The clocks are broken, they’re burnt in the flame 
But you can’t stop the tide of an attitude of change 
So long have we waited to be caught in this trap 
When the hands start moving they’ll be no turning back 

 4-3-2-1-Countdown 

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