City time, smoke from an empty gun
Bullets made with names on
To whom it may concern

Danger line, crossed by a no-mans-hand
Rockets made with price tags
To whom it may concern

One and the same
See the razors edge to blame

Feeling fine, flames from a city store
Bombs displayed with honesty
To whom it may concern

Razors edge, don't kick the sharpened line
Falls so far it's lost again
So we disregard the cost

One and the same
See the razors edge to blame

Cuts so deep it scars
Under a flag without the stars