all we can see here is red (a song)
All this killing, the gore and the blood
The good old value of peace in the mud
And this ignorance of what lies ahead!
Time, that thief, swiftly running out
Minds – muddled, clouded with doubt
All we can see here is red.
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Murdered voices, muffled silences
Freedom plundered, dispensable fences
And oh, these dreams of the dead!
Innocence raped, dignity coiled
The holy dove cornered, wounded, soiled
All we can see here is red.
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Enough of these crippled cries of despair
As it is, no one couldn’t less care
We’re comfortable with what we thought we’d dread.
For once, maybe, we shall allow some dope
But come on boys, sing of love and hope
All we can see here is red.
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What’s wrong John? Don’t just stare boy; sing
Hey Mojo, come on! Play that thing
And let me get some wine and bread.
Tell you what; I won’t take my evening any duller
Elvis boy, do you mind adding some color
(We won’t stop anymore. Would we?)
We’ve had enough of this red.
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