Bombers Bay Echo & the Bunnymen

The word went round
In no-dream town
They shut us up
And shut us down
The planes flew in
And laid the ground
We built upon
And spun around
God's one miracle
Lost in circles

On the march
Berlin to Bombers Bay
Traveling dark
On the road to Mandalay

Cannon fired
Came to call
Stood us up
And watched us fall
The way we were
And now outworn
Our costumes changed
To uniforms
Black black days
Here to stay