Red Mist

And I see the wealth of a thieving hand

As it bangs its fist on the ground we stand

All of its laughter is built on a lie

But somehow it governs us time after time

I want to stand up and accuse this beast

And smack its wrists for the tales it speaks

But somehow my voice is too distant to hear

And no-one is listening in

And I see a red mist

For the troubles that we know

And I see a red mist

For the hardship that we owe

And I see a red mist

Coz the future's burning up

And the smoke and fire is alive and well in the red mist

And I see the suits and their new green pockets

And wish for a button to push and just stop it

As folk who pretend to be human race

Apply their cosmetics to their brand new face

The course is curved and the lights are gone

I want to know why it has all gone wrong

But somehow my voice is too distant to hear

And no-one is listening in

And I see a red mist

For the troubles that we know

And I see a red mist

For the hardship that we owe

And I see a red mist

Coz the future's burning up

And the smoke and fire is alive and well in the red mist