No division in the ranks

The lines are long and proud

No question on their lips

But there will always be doubt



Like a Chinese painting

All red with its message

A flag high in the sky

Twists and turns its language



Underneath the colours red blue white

Catch a glimpse of others

>From the corner of your eye



With the rise and fall

Of the conductor's blind hand

I play Russian Roulette

I am an angry young man