Tankard - Echoes Of Fear [text]

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! ^Chorus: 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 ^Chorus: 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 neighbourhood would hesitate ^Chorus: 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!

Echoes Of Fear

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