If ever the day comes that London is Belfast Who'd stone the soldiers then? And who'd run the streets? And after all the fighting is over Who'd be the victor in truth? There'll always be a wall to get over Nothing is right for the hot youth If ever the day comes that Beirut is Brighton Who'd light the fires of battle? And who'd shoot and reload the guns? And after all the fighting is over Who'd be the victor in truth? There'll always be a wall to get over Nothing is right for the hot youth If ever the day comes that Moscow is London Who'd be the soldiers then? And who'd be the beast? And after all the fighting is over Who'd be the victor in truth? There'll always be a wall to get over Nothing is right for the hot youth