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