Echoes Of Fear - Tankard
Burning houses some distant screams of pain
Burning people painful and cruelly slain
I'm dashing to my chair
I have a few fried beans
Some scrambled eggs
Some bread or toast
While I watch far off people roast
It's in the morning news
I'm trying to find my shoes
An airplane crashed explosion flashed
I have to carry out the trash
Echoes of a distant battle echoes of fear
Echoes of a distant battle still another beer
Echoes of a distant battle echoes
Echoes of a distant battle have another beer
I'm on my way to work
I watch some well dressed clerk
Being robbed by some unscrupulous bum
But as I'm late I hurry on
At noon I'm out to lunch
But as a silly bunch
Of punks beats up a nice old chap
I got to hurry for my cab
Echoes of a distant battle echoes of fear
Echoes of a distant battle still another beer
Echoes of a distant battle echoes
Echoes of a distant battle have another beer
Burning houses some distant screams of pain
Burning people painful and cruelly slain
I cuddle to my couch
I nibble some more chips
The TV shows some other's woes
But that's the way that this world goes
And so I went to bed I had one final fag
The fire brigade was much too late
The neighborhood would hesitate
Echoes of a distant battle echoes of fear
Echoes of a distant battle still another beer
Echoes of a distant battle echoes
Echoes of a distant battle have another beer