Shots Ringing all along the borders can be heard Striking out like a venom in the sky Cutting through the air faster than a bird In the night Children Are lost in the sand, building roads with little hands Trying to join their father's castles together again Will they make it? Who knows where or when Old wounds will mend? Machines Are winding their way along, looking strong Building roads and bringing back loads and loads Of building materials In the night Men Are trying to move the borders on the ground Lines between the different spots that each has found But back home another scene was going down In the night Lust Comes creepin' through the night to feed on hearts Of suburban wives who learned to pretend When they met their dream's end In the night Shots I hear shots, I keep hearing shots I keep hearing shots I hear shots Shots I hear shots, I keep hearing shots I keep hearing shots I hear shots [1978 Boarding House version] Children Were lost in the sand, clearing roads with little hands Trying to join their father's castles together again Will they make it? Hey, who knows where or when Old wounds will mend? Shots Ringing all along the borders can be heard Pouring down like a venom from the sky Cutting through the air faster than a bird In the night Machines Are winding their way along, looking strong Building roads and bringing back loads and loads Of building materials In the night Men Were trying to change the borders on the ground Lines between the different spots that each has found But back home another scene was going down In the night Lust Came creepin' in the night to feed on hearts Of suburban wives who learned to pretend When they met dream's end In the night But I'll never use your love You know I'm not like that And so if you give your heart to me I promise to you Whatever we do That I will always be true Children Were lost in the sand, clearing roads with little hands Trying to join their father's castles together again Will they make it? Hey, who knows where or when Old wounds will mend?