Hello anger, it's me
I’ve been calling almost an hour
I left a message on your machine
Yeah well, I guess you’re out
I heard a black guy got killed today
Struck by nine and dead by one
But we all bleed red don’t we
No matter what side of town 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 a 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
While 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 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

We need our borders our specifics
We’ve got each culture on a population graph
We’re branding the "them and us" with extremist hieroglyphics
That's bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart

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