Blue and Green

Got my head on the ground
to hear the truck on the road
I cut the telephone wires
Try to scramble their code
wipe the blood off my shoes
Hide the knife in the grass
So you're not one of them
I guess you're one of us

And the man in the green that you killed was from the other side
His uniform wasn't blue so you couldn't let him stay alive

Prometheus sings at the top of his lungs
The gods on the wayside hold their tounges
On the raft of life you will get what you earn
Martin Luther feasting on his Diet of Wurms
And the folks in the dark can't believe what they've seen
They fight to the death over a washing mashine
Strike a blow for the lovers at the end of their rope
Throw a line to the faithless who have given up hope

See the whore on the street
Supply the cops in the car
The psychopath on the street
Just stumbled out of the bar
The man in the blue
Who killed the man in the green
Bagan to look at his hands
Began to feel so obsceene

And a strobe lit rat crossed the road to find a place to hide
And the gates on the barbwired fence are electrified

You come out of the womb
Before you know what to do
They put you into the green
Or slip you into the blue
There's a voice in my head
I think I'm ready to snap
Can't take no more of these games
Don't want no more of this crap

And a rag on a stick is a flag for people gone insane
Form a line at the alter they await the able hands of Cain

Prometheus sings at the top of his lungs
The gods on the wayside hold their tounges
On the raft of life you will get what you earn
Martin Luther feasting on his Diet of Wurms
And the folks in the dark can't believe what they've seen
They fight to the death over a washing mashine
Strike a blow for the lovers at the end of their rope
Throw a line to the faithless who have given up hope
Throw a line to the faithless who have given up hope
Throw a line to the faithless who have given up hope

Lyrics by Stephen Goodfellow 1981