 Back in my school days acting the fool boysOne and one and one made threeAnd the man said come and cut yourself a piece of the big time.
Armour-clad forces riding trojan horsesNever made sense to meI didn't wanna be a part of the great debate on moonshine.
‘Stop, pay the price', they said to me, ‘take this advice:You're out of your head'Stop, hold the ‘phone -- this has to be cut to the boneToo bad -- I see redI see red. I see red.
She slips and stumbles, twists and she tumblesShe always lands on her feetAnd she keeps her face turned to the far horizon.
Won't you come this way -- won't you go my wayHer rhythm doesn't miss a beatShe's just doin' everything she can to keep surviving.
‘Stop, pay the price', she said to me, ‘take this advice:You're out of your head'Stop, hold the ‘phone -- this has to be cut to the boneToo bad -- I see red.I see red. I see red. Yeah.
Now who wants a riot -- people should be quietDon't we give ‘em good TVYou can learn to love a lifetime of distraction.
You've got nothin' on the inside, nothin' on the outsideAll the way from A to BI can live without that kind of satisfaction.
‘Stop, pay the price', she said to me, ‘take this advice:You're out of your head'Stop, hold the ‘phone -- this has to be cut to the boneToo bad -- I see redI see red. I see red. I see red. Yeah.
(fade and repeat)I see redI see redYou make me see redYes I see redI see redI see red.
Written By: Jim RaffertyPublished By: Hit & Run MusicDrums/Percussion: Arran AhmunKeyboards: Pavel RosakProgramming: Pavel RosakGuitars: Hugh BurnsSoprano Sax: Mel CollinsLead Vocals: Gerry RaffertyBacking Vocals: Nicky Moore / Joe Egan / Julian Littman / Melanie Harrold / Liane Carroll / Gerry Rafferty
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