Bulletin Britain

Hello anger its me I've been calling almost an hour

I left a message on your machine

Yeah, well I guess you're out

Heard a black guy got killed today

Struck by nine and dead by one

We all bleed red don't we

No matter what side of town we're from

We're from

And I was driving out of town

Listening to the radio

And somebody wanted to know

Why does the whole country stand accused

And just as the answer was coming back

I passed under I railway bridge

And the words got lost in a flood of static

We washed our hands, disguised the bruise

And I should have known we'd never do it

Never see humanity as some screwball work of art

We've gotta pick our shades and choose our pigments

That's bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart

We've been hanging on each news report shaking our heads and loading blanks

It's been slowly gaining interest in the public memory banks

So that if we just close our eyes then we may all be absolved

Don't talk to us about blame, in fact don't talk at all; there problem solved

And I should have known we'd never do it

Never see humanity as some screwball work of art

We've gotta pick our shades and choose our pigments

That's bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart

And they're coming to the door spilling names and what they've learned

And she's muttering her 'thank you's even as the deadbolt turned

I should have known we'd never do it

Never see humanity as some screwball work of art

We've gotta pick our shades and choose our pigments

That's bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart

We need our borders, our specifics

We've got each culture on a population graph

Branding the “them and us” with extremist hieroglyphics

And that's bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart

Hello anger its me I've been calling almost an hour

Left a message on your machine

Yeah, well I guess you're out