Sea winds shake the downs
Raging through guilty grounds
Those who have seen hell
Survivors, here to tell
They knock on our door
They’re gazing at our fences
And trenches
They’re stumbling ‘cross our minefields
Fine shields we are
Borderline patrols
Heading the exit polls
High walls stretched out
What’s that all about
People come on
They’re gazing at our fences
And trenches
They’re stumbling ‘cross our minefields
Fine shields we are
It’s cold outside
So come in and hide
Behind our gloomy fences
And trenches
Our barriers and minefields
Fine shields we are
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