Lyrics 3 Colours Red

3 Colours Red

Mental Blocks

I've been thinking about this wasted time

Straight to middle age, I'm last in line

So I drug myself to get smoe peace

Cos you turn it like it's my last leaf

It don't feel right

Don't taste right

Living in Mental Blocks

This is the concrete nation

Don't fuck with our sedation

We're alive

So I walk into another room

And sister pain is with me too

Out tongues are anaconda twist

Cos we're holding out for what we missed

It don't feel right

Don't taste right

Living in Mental Blocks

This is the concrete nation

Don't fuck with our sedation

We're alive

It don't feel right

Don't taste right

Living in Mental Blocks

This is the concrete nation

Don't fuck with our sedation

Our sedation

Our sedation