No division in the ranks The lines are long and proud No question on their lips But there will always be doubt Like a Chinese painting All red with its message A flag high in the sky Twists and turns its language Underneath the colours red blue white Catch a glimpse of others >From the corner of your eye With the rise and fall Of the conductor's blind hand I play Russian Roulette I am an angry young man
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