Look out I hear the scream of sirens on the wall

I see a policeman crying in the back seat of a dying Ford

Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars who are far too old

And no-one ever told me that I could be so cold

Bombers fly to zero

Feet, feet

Bombers fly to zero

I see an old man knocked to the ground and beaten by the vicar's wife

And no-one stops to help they're far too busy trying to save their own lives

A tiny girl screams for mother and wanders out into the street

I saw her go down underneath a thousand people's running feet

Bombers fly to zero

Feet

Bombers fly to zero

All the junkies pulling needles from their arms hope it lasts the night

All the soldiers curse the day they joined the army and prepare to fight

In silent bars, in silent rooms, in silent cars, you hide where you can

And me I know just where you are, you see, I'm a bomber man

Bombers fly to zero

Feet

Bombers fly to zero

Bombers fly to zero

Feet

Bombers fly to zero