Pushers and junkies and cheap hotel flunkies   Pulled the day down through the floor   Arrival, departure and very soon after   No one knows Stanley Cup scores      Frankfurt I'm sorry for the telling of lies   We cursed all your children and blackened their eyes      On through the ashes the army then marches   On its stomach as everyone knows   To quotes famous speeches it's "Back to the Beaches"   And the landing craft waiting to go      Frankfurt I'm sorry for the telling of lies   We cursed all your children and blackened their eyes   Frankfurt I'm sorry for the mud and the stones   We spat on your children and rattled old bones      Waiting in ambush, crushed on our first push   We fled from the foe we create   Our war on this town a mistake we found   Fears all get rash and inflate      Frankfurt I'm sorry for the telling of lies   We cursed all your children and blackened their eyes   Frankfurt I'm sorry for the mud and the stones   We spat on your children and rattled old bones      We can't stay here where the sheep are all black   The dogs are all strays and they run in a pack   We can't stay here there's still clothes on the floor   The bed's still warm and there's no lock upon the door      Frankfurt I'm sorry for the telling of lies   We cursed all your children and blackened their eyes   Frankfurt I'm sorry may we make amends   We drink to your pleasure and danced in the end   In the end...   In the end...