Bullets In The Streets Lyrics

When the old colonial power finally starts to slip

You can clench your fist in anger but you're beginning to lose your grip

Your lease is running out, faster than you know

Then you'll get the feel of a Chinese military show

And the blood on your hands you will never erase

Those memories, you will take to your grave

And then we'll get that blood and thunder

Bullets in the streets, keep the people under

And I've heard it said that the countdown starts

When the Middle East explodes and the friendships part

Throw them into conflict, throw them into hate

Power and possession, does it make this country great?

And the blood on your hands you will never erase

Those memories, you will take to your grave

And then we'll get that blood and thunder

Bullets in the streets, keep the people under

When the old colonial power finally starts to slip

You can clench your fist in anger but you're beginning to lose your grip

And the blood on your hands you will never erase

Those memories, you will take to your grave

And then we'll get that blood and thunder

Bullets in the streets, keep the people under