| Maybe this time it will happen, maybe this time wait & see |
| Who’s to blame when words of honour |
| Are discarded shamefully |
| Down in the busy streets, rain falls down in sheets |
| Windswept men are coming home from work |
| Shoppers drag their bags & youngsters drag their fags |
| While hidden in the shadow evil lurks |
| Maybe this time it will happen, maybe this time wait & see |
| Who’s to blame when words of honour |
| Are discarded shamefully |
| Down in the busy streets friends & lovers meet |
| Sit in bars & moan about their day |
| As beer & banter flows, little do they know |
| Apocalypse is just a breath away |
| Laugh & cry, don’t ask why, safe inside your cages |
| Take your cup, drink it up, sleep the sleep of ages |
| Payback time, for your crime, pave the way to Hades |
| Flames & noise, for the boys, shrapnel for the ladies |
| Maybe this time it will happen, maybe this time wait & see |
| Who’s to blame when words of honour |
| Are discarded shamefully |
| Down in the busy street people lifted from their feet |
| As bricks & glass fly outward from the blast |
| And in a single breath, life turns to death |
| A future bold becomes a shameful past |
| Maybe this time it will happen, maybe this time wait & see |
| Who’s to blame when words of honour |
| Are discarded shamefully |