Holding up the bank in BelgradenShe lost her mindnBetween the battle linesnAnd the telephone ringsnA bell rung outnAs they talk aboutnSixteen kids gone in a school yardnThe papers read, she shakes her headnAnd I saidnnIn the darkest nightnCome the darkest daysnIn the worst of waysnnClose that town for good, the plagues herenThe skin from beneathnAll the way to the mouths they feednThen they're filtered clearnThe boys will trynAnd the judge decidesnGet out while you can, she tells menYou're wasting timenThat's finennIn the darkest nightnCome the darkest daysnIn the worst of waysnnAll right, nownnFrom the silent crynTo the naked eyenShe waves good-byennHolding up the bank in BelgradenI played a tunenWhen, how, did it happen soon, she saidnNow we find a way to make it downnThe place smokes, and the palace burnsnAnd the world keeps turning aroundnAnd around, yeahnAround, and it's bringing me downnnIn the darkest nightnCome the darkest daysnAnd the last bell rings out