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Nighttime comes and everybody wondersWill tomorrow bring the light of day?Will our house be rubble blown asunder?In the cellar we will hide ourselves and prayWill the smoke clear in the morning?Will the city all go down in flame?Will the factory be standing?Will life here every be the same?There's terror in the skies of this cityFear is in the hearts of children, women and menAnd you never see the faces of the killersAs the smart bombs fall againWill there be a job for me to go to?Will there be food upon my plate?After so many years of hungry sanctionsWhat did my child do to earn this fate?There's terror in the skies of this cityFear is in the hearts of children, women and menAnd you never see the faces of the killersAs the smart bombs fall againThe Yankees talk of Gaza and of AlgiersLetras de cancionesThey wring their hands when Irish shoppers dieBut if you want to know a life of terrorLook up at night into the Baghdad skyThere's terror in the skies of this cityFear is in the hearts of children, women and menAnd you never see the faces of the killersAs the smart bombs fall again From Letras Mania