they're dropping bombs again

they're dropping bombs again
and they're doing it in your name
all the rational commentaries
in the papers than i read
marmalade and buttered toast
and smell of sunday roast
kiss the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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