Back in my school days acting the fool boys One and one and one made three And the man said come and cut yourself a piece of the big time. Armour-clad forces riding trojan horses Never made sense to me I 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 bone Too bad -- I see red I see red. I see red. She slips and stumbles, twists and she tumbles She always lands on her feet And she keeps her face turned to the far horizon. Won't you come this way -- won't you go my way Her rhythm doesn't miss a beat She'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 bone Too bad -- I see red. I see red. I see red. Yeah. Now who wants a riot -- people should be quiet Don't we give ‘em good TV You can learn to love a lifetime of distraction. You've got nothin' on the inside, nothin' on the outside All the way from A to B I 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 bone Too bad -- I see red I see red. I see red. I see red. Yeah. (fade and repeat) I see red I see red You make me see red Yes I see red I see red I see red. Written By: Jim Rafferty Published By: Hit & Run Music Drums/Percussion: Arran Ahmun Keyboards: Pavel Rosak Programming: Pavel Rosak Guitars: Hugh Burns Soprano Sax: Mel Collins Lead Vocals: Gerry Rafferty Backing Vocals: Nicky Moore / Joe Egan / Julian Littman / Melanie Harrold / Liane Carroll / Gerry Rafferty