COLOURED DRUM
I see a face blown back in the wind
Yesterday’s far away memories of sin
I see the moon shine on a better time
I see many keys to doors without signs
Turning back a film reel to a better time
Turning back a film reel to a better time

We got no heroes just zeros by the score
Lots of little people walking round the floor
Role model dolls you can buy them all
Hanging in the window nailed to the wall
Freeze frame fractures on a plasma sreen
Pixel pictures of well remembered dreams

You gotta meet it you gotta beat it
You gotta leave it alone
You gotta meet it you gotta beat it
‘fore it turns you into stone
You gotta meet it you gotta beat it
You gotta leave it alone
You gotta meet it you gotta beat it
‘fore it turns you into stone

You can see your life in a TV show
Everyway you want to be, a golden glow
You can live your fantasy anyway you like
Celeb culture vultures riding round on bikes
Paparazzi leeches sucking out the souls
They’ll put you down into selfish holes

Listen what we say or you’ll be absorbed
Into the prison of the media’s hoard
Listen to the words we’re giving you
To the sticky chicks you’re the gum they chew
Armageddon end to private ideas
You lose what you are with the passing years

You can see your life in a TV show
Everyway you want to be, a golden glow
You can live your fantasy anyway you like
Celeb culture vultures riding round on bikes
Paparazzi leeches sucking out the souls
They’ll put you down into selfish holes

You gotta meet it you gotta beat it
You gotta leave it alone
You gotta meet it you gotta beat it
‘fore it turns you into stone
You gotta meet it you gotta beat it
You gotta leave it alone
You gotta meet it you gotta beat it
‘fore it turns you into stone

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) 2009 The Dark Brothers.

Lyrics by Peter Greatorex.
Music by George Davies/Peter Greatorex