This is a song about death
There is Hitler in his bunker,
There is Marx upon the page,
There's a man for every hour,
They're the prophets of their age,
There is Churchill on the radio,
There is Kennedy on the screen,
These are the words we love and fight for, But do we know what they mean...?
And you should know, When this cold wind blows, It blows for us all...
And you should know, When this cold wind blows, It blows for us all...
Hell is a hotel with a thousand rooms, A beautiful meadow of poison blooms, Oh I've seen the light,
No-one was tending,
God sings the blues......
And you should know, When this cold wind blows, It blows for us all...
And you should know, When this cold wind blows, It blows for us all...
We were shoulder to shoulder, But then I lost you my friend, Now your story is over, Abruptly came to an end...
And they tell us we'll all be heroes, But sometimes we just fade,
Just another lonely dancer,
In the unknowable masquerade.
And you should know, When this cold wind blows, It blows for us all..."