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Killing Joke's Seeing Red

Damn. I have the hardest time finding the lyrics to this. And I know our lovely Spy once gave them to us, but damned if I can find them now...

help...

--Miche

Just do a search up top for "Seein Red", Miche. That's how I found the old post. Anyways, thanks to the Spy for these lyrics since I'm just cutting and pasting from your post.

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 the 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 code

Running from myself again
And all I feel is shame
It does't matter where I go
Everywhere just looks the same
This sense of emptiness
As we create this mess
Self-destructive tendencies
Are what you mean to me

-Kevin

Sorry Kev. I'm having a rough time lately. Even the simplest things seem to be difficult for me.

--Miche