September morning, who needs their shoes repaired?
Bring them inside my shop, let the rain soar through your soul (?)
What's that you're saying, alleyway's bustlin'
With rumors that the war is outside our city walls
September morning news, you bring me down...
September morning news, you bring me down
Fathers and brothers fled from the churches
Sent to the place they loved by the stones and stares of their flaws
Wives and their daughters, blood on their blouses
Spat on the ones they love with their terror and fear
September morning news, you bring me down...
September morning news, you bring me down
You're broken-hearted, I remember your face
You blessed the flag we brought on that hard-won Bastille Day
September morning of sorrow and doubt
Where can I turn to now the new day's likely over?
September morning news, you bring me down...
September morning news, you bring me down...
September morning news, you bring me down...
September morning news, you bring me down