Profiteers

<br>Look up on the ledge, there`s a bomber diving on the golden street<br>Down below the crowd is falling, bullets under feet<br><br>Don`t tell me, don`t tell me, hey don`t tell me<br><br>We`re under the beat of a brand-new marching order<br>Ears to be ground there`s a party planned for the new recruits<br>Hurricane lamps are burning, teargas fills the route, yeah