No division in the ranks
The lines are long and proud
But there will always be doubt
Like a Chinese painting
No question on their lips
All red with its message A flag high in the sky Twists and turns its language
Catch a glimpse of others
Underneath the colours red blue white
With the rise and fall Of the conductor's blind hand
>From the corner of your eye
I am an angry young manI play Russian Roulette.
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