Hot Youth - Steve Harley

If ever the day comes that London is Belfast

Who’d stone the soldiers then?

And who’d run the streets?

And after all the fighting is over

Who’d be the victor in truth?

There’ll always be a wall to get over

Nothing is right for the hot youth

If ever the day comes that Beirut is Brighton

Who’d light the fires of battle?

And who’d shoot and reload the guns?

And after all the fighting is over

Who’d be the victor in truth?

There’ll always be a wall to get over

Nothing is right for the hot youth

If ever the day comes that Moscow is London

Who’d be the soldiers then?

And who’d be the beast?

And after all the fighting is over

Who’d be the victor in truth?

There’ll always be a wall to get over

Nothing is right for the hot youth