One, two, three, four ♪ 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 ♪ We huddled close against the ground Scared to make the slightest sound And all around the great guns boom The constant march of pendin' doom ♪ They seek us in this unquiet zone They chase us on from hole to hole They hunt us down like carrion crows