Silent Witness
UB40
The neon haze of city lights The tribal sound of marching feet Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights The tired and homeless roam the streets The sirens wail the engines roar A shadowed man just glances around A victim of life's mindless toil Lies cold and helpless on the ground The window dummies silent stare Bear witness on the nights If they could move What it would proved To see them all take flight The neon haze of city lights The tribal sound of marching feet Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights The tired and homeless roam the streets The walls shout loud with angry words The people air their views The poor can scream but no-one hears The concrete jungle sings the blues80s best song on album dub reggae UB40
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