They're pushing bombs again, and they're doing it in your name
All the rational commentaries in the papers that I read
Marmalade and buttered toast and a smell of Sunday roast
Kiss the arm of Uncle Sam, oh, to be an Englishman
When you hear the sound of warning
When the only colour is
Red, red, red, red
When you hear the sound of warning
When the only colour is
Red sky in the morning
Everywhere I'm seeing
Red, red, red, red
Red, red, red, red
Dawn brings a day of hell, hours that we pawn and sell
A single magpie in the tree, one for sorrow, one for me
"Kick it off the cliff", I said, now the line fucks up my head
Too late to change this mode, break all my moral codes
When you hear the sound of warning
When the only colour is
Red, red, red, red
When you hear the sound of warning
When the only colour is
Red sky in the morning
Everywhere I'm seeing
Red, red, red, red
Red, red, red, red
Running from myself again, and all I feel is shame
Doesn't matter where I go, everywhere still looks the same
This sense of emptiness as we create this mess
Self-destructive tendencies are what you mean to me
When you hear the sound of warning
When the only colour is
Red, red, red, red
When you hear the sound of warning
When the only colour is
Red sky in the morning
Everywhere I'm seeing
Red, red, red, red
Red, red, red, red
