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
