see them run
like characters in paintings
turners frightening ´scapes
industrial inside a nation of no escape
there´s no escape in my frightened face
as we run run run
and turn to stone
oh lord hear me now
the fanfare sounds in a newtown jericho
oh lord the wailing sound
of helpless souls in a newtown jericho
see them fall
the rebecca ride at dawn
petticoat ghost and tom
working to reclaim the land for no reward
there´s no reward my daughters of dawn
as we run run run
and turn to stone
oh lord hear me now
the fanfare sounds in a newtown jericho
oh lord the wailing sound
of helpless souls in a newtown jericho
i´ve been down amongst the crying there
upon my knees i´m dying
and polsen dragged across the city walls
upon a wooden horse
horse
horse
horse
this is jericho
oh lord hear me now
the fanfare sounds in a newtown jericho
oh lord the wailing sound
of helpless souls in a newtown jericho
jericho, jericho
jericho, jericho
jericho, jericho
jericho, jericho
oh lord