The burned out sky's still glowing bright
Fighters in the road and killer through the night
Ragged children stumble looking for their homes
London 1994, this is the battlezone

The sirens scream as time stood still
The only ones who're happy are the terminally ill
No number of number get welfare on the run
I'm living in the shadow of death before the gun

Welcome to the battlezone

We roam the town we stand to kneel
We've turned against the masters
We bite the hand that gives
There's nothing left, no crime to reveal
Just single minded violence
Just the need to kill