Procol Harum Lyrics

Album: Procol's Ninth

The Unquiet Zone Lyrics

They seek us in this unquiet zone 

they chase us on from hole to hole 

They hunt us down like carrion crows 

they search us out like frightened moles 

This surely is a dreadful war 

An awful waste of guts and gore 

An awful waste of human life 

This senseless, bloody, bitter strife 

We huddled close against the ground 

scared to make the slightest sound 

And all around the great guns boom 

The constant march of pending doom