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