On the corner
there's been a fight
Helicopter circles like the night
It's tricky but I'm making plans
To leave the land of 645
One day a breeze will blow
And sway the trees above our heads
And the tall black bags on razor wire
Will be a memory for when I die
My last breath will find its way to you
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
In the land of 645
It's getting hard to stay alive
The sirens in the distance
Stop outside
Another man's died
One day a breeze will blow
And sway the trees above our heads
And the tall black bags of razor wire
Will be a memory for when I die
My last breath will find its way to you
La la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la la
Blood so thick, the pavement's black
Knife by the heart, a surprise attack
He crawled to the shop, but as it turned out
No one helped, they threw him out
One day a breeze will blow
and sway the trees above our heads
And the tall black bags on razor wire
will be a memory for when I die
My last breath will find its way to you
La la la la...
La la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la