maybe you'll see me on the evening news.
maybe you'll see me with a bag over my head.
if that's the case then i've met my doom.
if that's the case then my comrades are dead.
and i don't hate my enemy.
i hate the cloud he's brought over my land.
there's no virtue in killing a man.
neither is there virtue in being afraid to stand.
but i saw the black coats forming lines.
they hit our beaches running.
we're on our knees but not to pray.
you're the only reason i stay.
in this cowards melee,
i'd rather die than live without mercy and love.
sing while the city decays.
"we'd rather go up in flames."
lest we betray the names of dignity and love.
you can't change the course of fates sealed long ago.
but hope is not lost. "code name corbeau!"
we trade their secrets at cost for our lives.
the panser is strong, the raven is wise.
i turn my ears to the BBC.
i can hear them. they can't hear me.
i long to forget all the horrors i've seen.
i'll live like a ghost, i'll die with the free.
traitors and turn coats turned aside,
traitors loose lips sink shhhhh. shhhh...
they're on their knees but just to beg.
inside the fuselage,
valiant young soldiers singing songs,
fear not my downcast brothers,
we are the strong-arm of the law,
by land and air and sea,
on wings of destiny we ride.
SING WHILE THE CITY DECAYS.
SING WHILE WE GO UP IN FLAMES!
i'm on your side until my body drains of blood.