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Oh now Mama, don't you hear my plea? What is this horror Mama, flooding over me? They return the Nazis, every seventy years Bombs explode in Paris, the future is here There's no brave England, no brave Russia, no America… uh huh! Their sins come home to haunt us From the wrong side of the gun Who is that creepin' up the stairs in black? It's a murderer Mama, knife you in the back They come at night, and the world goes blind with fear Terror in Paris, the future is here Cry for them, cry for us, playing the game of death… ah hah! It's not a game when you are Down to taking your last breath… whoah oh! They come at night Mama, just like before Turn the streets to blood red rivers, Turn your eyes no more They come at night, and the world goes blind with fear Iron bars in Europe, the future is here Those who survived that night are still completely traumatised… Whoah oh! Letras de cancionesBut the other souls unlucky, Shot like dogs between the eyes… There's no brave England, no brave Russia, no America Their sins come home to haunt us From the wrong side of the gun From Letras Mania