Red Paint - The Sound

作词：Adrian Borland

作曲：Adrian Borland/G. Bailey/Max Mayers/Michael Dudley

The man on the platform

Wants them to conform

They stare at the platform

And they ask him to perform

A miracle a miracle

A debacle a debacle

Oh it's terrible it's terrible

What's in their minds

A banner for our fever

A slogan for our hope

A unity so false

No one part of it can cope with

A miracle a miracle

A debacle a debacle

Oh it's terrible it's terrible

What's in our minds

If someone fetch the brushes

Someone fetch the paints

We'll paint this town red

With red paint

Or with the blood of saints

Or with black paint

It's the colour of soul

The colour that knows

We may never paint this town red

With red paint

Red paint

Red paint

Red paint

A miracle a miracle

A debacle a debacle

Oh it's terrible it's terrible

What's in their minds

A miracle a miracle

A debacle a debacle

Oh it's terrible it's terrible

What's in their minds

If someone fetch the brushes

Someone fetch the paints

We'll paint this town red

With red paint

Or with the blood of saints

Or with black paint

It's the colour of soul

The colour that knows

We may never paint this town red

With red paint