Mirror Breaks (The Mob)

We walk in fear and trepidation Count the rows of dead While the murderer plays his trumpets For the ones that he has led And theres nothing much that can be done For [?] while you're still strong And the big boys laugh to see such fun And the little girl cries cos she knows whats wrong You may think I don't know anything You may think I've got it wrong But I know what it means when I hear the hangman Whistling his song And the knives so sharp in whitehall And the knives they keep for us And the only weapons we've got Are our hopes and fragile love Theres many pints of blood Upon the hands that rule the earth Though for every body dragged out Another one gives birth And the children have the world one day And I hope they use it well And I wish their elders all the best And I hope they burn in hell And then the sun goes down And leaves me with the night Where I suffer with the ghosts And still more fright And the mirror breaks I stand alone, alone And I light another cigarette and drown And the big boys laugh to see such fun And the little girl cries cos she knows whats wrong