wind and forced to bring life to the hundred bastard sons. The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live and the fires of death burn high.
stupid flowers In they hair and everywhere They tried to stuff 'em up the guns Of all the cops And other servants of the law Who tried to push 'em around
they often fought each other But one small tribe was different a?? their leader was a peaceful man They were weavers a?? they were painters a?? trading pelts for pretty colours
of the country far away from the town Working day after day in the factories and mines And your name is a number and your colour is black It's the colour
a baker street muse. Ale-spew, puddle-brew --- boys, throw it up clean. Coke and bacardi colours them green. From the typing pool goes the mini-skirted
we ride this right the future will fall in our hands. If we survive the flight the future will work out - nothing's that black and white. Control The colour
our gardens, stripping saplings, felling trees, trampling on our flowers, sucking sap and drying seeds. In the midnight candle-light of experience all colour
a gun in his hand ALL A man of colour Who is calmly stating Coalhouse demands Somewhere in the city Coalhouse! CONKLIN, OTHERS Somewhere in the city
[Swallow] I wanna be baptised and I wanna be saved I wanna see my saviour face to face I wanna feel the rapture, feel the fire I wanna be taken someplace
and Love and Love But what the hell We fool each other When we've suffered through enough But you inspire me Fuel and fire me Never leave me Or deceive
your flab till you wrapped them and bled throw you off a building killin off your children drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colour
The house caught on fire in the winter the bosses lay slain and each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay and they saw in the mirror the sun
, they were beautiful, the most beautiful skies as a matter of fact, the sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire and the clouds would catch the colours
We ride the night till morning star When colours fade to black and white Your eyes come to sight With the vision of a great divide You turn towards the other
Do you see the world in different colours? Do you see the world in black and grey? Alone in your thoughts How many others Have stood where you stand Where
CHORUS: I'm your nephew, yes it's true oh can't you hear me Uncle Sam Can I sit upon your bended knee just like the other man? Didn't I die in Vietnam
the sound, Roller coaster, That merry go round. We can't wait for that show to start, That fire that feeling your heart beat We have what others can'
the imperial army's countless torches, braziers and cookfires illuminated the dark plain before the fortress like a coruscating sea, painting the stygian heavens the colour