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
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
