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See them run like characters in paintings
Turners frightening 'scapes
Industrial inside a nation of no escape
No escape in my frightened face
As we run, run, run and turn to stone
OH LORD hear me now
The fanfare sounds in Newtown Jericho
OH LORD the wailing sound
Of helpless souls in Newtown Jericho
See them fall the Rebecca ride at dawn
Petticoat ghost and tom
Working to reclaim the land for no reward
No reward my daughters of dawn
As we run, run, run and turn to stone
I've been down amongst the crying there
Upon my knees I'm dying
See Polsen dragged across the city walls
Upon a wooden horse
This is Jericho, Jericho
This is Jericho, Jericho