Seeing Red - Prong

They’re dropping 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 smell of Sunday roast

Kiss the arse of Uncle Sam

Oh to be an Englishman

When you hear the sound of warning

When the only colour is red

Red sky in the morning

Everywhere I’m seeing 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 sky in the morning

Everywhere I’m seeing red

Running from myself again

And all I feel is shame

It 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 sky in the morning

Everywhere I’m seeing red