Profiteers Lyrics

Look up on the ledge
There's a bomber diving on the golden street
Down below the crowd is falling
Bullets under feet
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Don't tell me, no, don't tell me, hey, don't tell me
Where under the beat of a brand-new marching order
Ears to be ground there's a party planned for the new recruits
Hurricane lamps are burning, teargas fills the route, yeah