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Can’t see the forest for the trees Can’t see the dead for all the disease and there is nothing to do but lie down and cry and I just want to be held — ooh Violence Violence is coming. Violence. Gonna swing that hammer down on you and I don’t know what to do. Can’t see the rot for all the flies and you can’t see the fire for the smoke in your eyes Can’t see the fight for all the fists and you can’t see the neck for all of the twists Can’t see the brow for all of the creases and I can’t read the news without falling to pieces Cos it’s just more of the same — uh-oh! Violence. Violence is coming. Violence. Gonna swing that hammer down on you and I don’t know what to do. Letras de cancionesThen there’s a knock at the door — uh-oh! Violence. Violence is coming for you. Violence. Violence with a capital V. It’s a cut-throat catastrophe! From Letras Mania