You were the bright young thing Till you took a little sting of Victorian Then it spread like a slick Made your frozen heart tick So you passed it on
Little people looking through the windows Checking out their alter egos Down, out No risk but there is no passion Your computer's checking my rations
Halfway up the downs I want to kill the clowns They're laughing, laughing loud Halfway up the downs Halfway to somewhere Halfway to nowhere I try to
They're talking of ways to make you up to break you down And these are the days to make it up to get around You claim you're the harmed, but you're the
I've been thinking about this wasted time Straight to middle age, I'm last in line So I drug myself to get some more peace 'Cause you turn it like it'
I had the best intentions, yeah, honestly I paid attention I'm a loose connection, some promise me A soft injection A shallow feeling defies meaning
you couldn't be pure Doesn't mean you couldn't be pure Doesn't mean you couldn't be pure Doesn't mean you couldn't be pure
So smile the sixty mile smile Headlight apocalypse Sunrise, just for a while Inject a drip Sixty mile smile (On and on and on and on) Sixty mile smile
In my head, I can get so far away The colors here are bright, not black or gray And my imaginary friends, we always get our way The madness never ends
Remember that girl Who changed your world some time ago A butterfly soul you tried to chase But eventually let go An in betweener would possibly beat
How could I let you get so attached? Before I knew you, you had us matched A broken quartet plays your heartstrings You're out of tune with everything
Things we wanted but never seen, just got back but we never been Only home when in pictures running in my head 'Cos I don't believe in nothing, speak
Is this success? Tuesday night and penniless Sign on, chill out, skin up It's your shout Forgone, I am In life, I'm damned This is like Hollywood All
Love - hate, hate - love Which side now? You look like heartburn Pray still my dear agnostic Despise what you've learned Hateslick - core is rotten Hateslick
Translation: 3 Colours Red. Pure.
Chorus: It's getting red now Oh mamma yeh, oh mamma yeh It's getting dread now Home and away, home and away It's getting red now Oh mamma yeh, oh mamma
