Okay, Madrid, let's see your hands in the air.
The kings fight for glory in their thousands.
Young men
with their dreams.
They died for the guns,
for their country.
A book of faded pictures,
broken dreams.
Where are they now?
Where are they now?
Where are they now?
Where are they now?
The broken heroes went away.
Uncle Seth
is waiting with a jackaw.
The station's full of facts on the roof and
the engine pulls you out towards the sun.
Where are they now?
The
General says you march to Stalingrad
