Lyrics

Burning houses, some distant screams of pain Burning people, painful and cruelly slain I'm dashing to my chair I have a few fried beans Some scrambled eggs Some bread or toast While I watch far-off people roast It's in the Morning-News I'm trying to find my shoes An airplane crashed Explosion flashed I have to carry out the trash! [Chorus] Echoes of a distant battle! Echoes of fear! Echoes of a distant battle! Still another beer? Echoes of a distant battle! Echoes! Echoes of a distant battle! Have another beer! I'm on my way to work I watch some well-dressed clerk Being robbed by some Unscrupulous bum But as I'm late I hurry on At noon I'm out to lunch But as a silly bunch Of Punks beats up A nice old chap I got to hurry for my cab [Chorus] Echoes of a distant battle! Echoes of fear! Echoes of a distant battle! Still another beer? Echoes of a distant battle! Echoes! Echoes of a distant battle! Have another beer! [Solo] Burning houses, some distant screams of pain Burning people, painful and cruelly slain I cuddle to my couch I nibble some more chips The TV shows Some other's woes But that's the way that this world goes! And so I went to bed I had one final fag The fire-brigade Was much too late The neighbourhood would hesitate [Chorus] Echoes of a distant battle! Echoes of fear! Echoes of a distant battle! Still another beer? Echoes of a distant battle! Echoes! Echoes of a distant battle! Have another beer!