Panic all hell breaks loose
  A battered body screams abuse
  A plastic bullet end his youth
  A motherless son turns and pukes
  Behind closed curtains
  Terror stares
  What are they doing prowling round our streets
  Who are they looking for with bullets in their breech
  Screaming sirens fills the air
  Then turn off noweher there coppers everywhere
  Behind closed curtains
  Terror stares
  God saved the queen with blanks from a gun
  But who is our protector when provoced to run
  We still don't know why they surround the streets
  But now they've withdrawn in full retreat