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 it's message

A flag high in the sky

Twists and turns it's 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'm an angry young man