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- Tags:
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- See also:
Fish - White Russian lyrics
Fish - White Russian
Where do we go from here?
 They're boarding up the synagogues, Uzis on a street corner
 You can't take a photograph of Uzis on a street corner
 The DJ resigned today, they wouldn't let him have his say
 A surface scratched where the needles play, Uzis on a street
 corner
Where do we go from here?
 Terror on the Rue de St. Denis, murder on the periphery
 Someone else in someone else's pocket, Christ knows I don't know
 how to stop it
 Lay poppies at the Cenotaph, the cynics can't afford to laugh,
 I heard in on the telegraph there's Uzis on a street corner
Where do we go from here?
 The more I see the more I hear the more I find the fewer answers
 I close my mind, I shut it out but you know its getting harder
 To calm me down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it's
 all about
 I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, I can't pretend everything's
 alright.
 My ideals my sanity, 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, Uzis on a street cornerFish - White Russian - http://motolyrics.com/fish/white-russian-lyrics.html
 The heralds of the holocaust, Uzis on a street corner
 The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our
 vows,
 This resurrection we can't allow, the Uzis on a street corner.
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here?
 We buy fresh bagels from the corner store
 Where swastikas are spat from aerosols
 I sit in the bar sipping iced white russians
 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, racing the clouds home
 Racing the clouds home
 We place our faith in human rights
 In the paper wars that tie the redtape 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 chasing the clouds home
 You can shut your eyes, you can hide away
 It's gonna come back another day
Racing the clouds home, are we racing the clouds home?













