Shoot Them Down

This town is dark, a thousand buildings falling down
The dying spark, another day of selling out — 'try making a new start somewhere'
There’s nothing proud about the man who’s growing older, living on fallen hopes
A Falling shroud across the North — the Empire’s gold, supplier of men and coal
Shoot them down in the wars of the world
Shoot them down in the peace without word of warning
This city sleeps, this city gave you ships of steel, she gave you the nation’s
fist
She’s old and tired but in her day she gave you everything and more
She will give you nothing now
No wheels turn against the burning clouds of Northern summer night, this night
Tears burn, another tired and empty town closes down
Shoot them down in the wars of the world
Shoot them down in the wars of the world
Shoot them down in the wars of the world
Shoot them down in the peace without word of warning