Feed The Enemy (Live From The Russell Club, Manchester, U.K./1980)

It's always raining over the border
There's been a plane crash out there
Weird pills are picking up the pieces
We could go and look and stare
How many friends have been over there?
Border guards try unconvincingly
Whatever we do it seems things are arranged
We always have to feed the enemy
You could dance for me, punch me through
You could dance for me, punch me through
You could dance for me and punch me through
You could dance for me, punch me through
We watch them trash the last camera
Glued to all of our TVs
The actors are on the replays
Trying again to touch you and me
They always seem to know
Just what they're talking about
And now they've got you in a corner
You've got no room to move, no room for doubt
And that's what they're talking about
And now they've got you in a corner
No room to move, no room for doubt
No room to move, no room for doubt
No room to move, no room for doubt
No room to move, no room