Flaming Red - Echo & the Bunnymen

Failure’s child is weak and mild

Wide-eyed and sad and strange

A moment is the most

She’ll hang her day upon

Others plan a life

Without the faintest hope of change

And belay all her knowledge

Of where hope has gone

In these ugly times

An ugly mind will have its say

And your betters would not

Have it any other way

Oh my eyes

For the sins I may not shed

Burn like coals inside my head

Smoldering black and flaming red

Oh my eyes

For the sins I may not shed

Burn like coals inside my head

Smoldering black and flaming red

Reconciled and pacified

By bread and circus clowns

Who keep you all in stitches

As they keep you down

Dust yourself down

Tell me what on earth

The fuss was for

'Cause what you’ve seen is nothing

To what’s still in store

In these ugly times

An ugly mind will have its say

And your betters would not

Have it any other way

Oh my eyes

For the sins I may not shed

Burn like coals inside my head

Smoldering black and flaming red

Oh my eyes

For the sins I may not shed

Burn like coals Inside my head

Smoldering black And flaming red

Oh my eyes

For the sins I may not shed

Burn like coals inside my head

Smoldering black and flaming red