Halls of Bombay
This land's destroyed
The price you pay
Can't live for tomorrow
If there's no today
Said our goodbyes
Beneath the acid rain
Burnt our nerve endings out
So we felt no pain
On the mountains, on the plains
My bloody feet march on
They track me by the stains
With the answers on the way
I ring the bells once more
In the halls of Bombay
I shaved my hand
On a northbound train
You wouldn't recognize me
I could avoid the shame
Now as I lay here
On my judgement day
I wear a mane aplenty
But I fell okay
On the mountains, on the plains
My bloody feet march on
They track me by the stains
With the answers on the way
I ring the bells once more
In the halls of Bombay
Autor(es): Steve Bolan