Album: Repression (1980)

Paris Is Still Burning

Paris is still burning with the flames of wasted youth
But in the fields of Flanders, the poppies cry the truth.
Paris is still burning, but the prostitutes stay honest.
It was a savage Messiah that lit the burning fire.
Paris is still burning. Paris is still burning.

When I speak to you I don't see friends or foe.
When I cry for you, how can you see my tears?
So please listen to my shadow. Paris is still burning
But I'm freezing without warmth and my confidence in liberty
Has escaped without a trace; without a trace.

Paris is still burning. Paris is still burning.

Not even the river Seine can dampen my belief
That forevermore we just hold our tongues.
The flames get bigger by the hour, but we stand still.
We've got tomorrow's gift of genius: atomic power.

Paris is still burning. Paris is still burning.

Oh my city will you burn forever more?
Or will the rainy days have a solution.
Maybe we can live on your pollution.
I know I'm just another number ready to be forgotten.
But to remember is not good enough.
You're supposed to be so modern, well I don't want to be forgotten.

Paris is still burning. Paris is still burning.

So let the poppies grow and let the children know
Paris is still burning.
So let the poppies grow and let the children know
Paris is still burning.
Paris is still burning. Paris is still burning.