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
