Red Is the Colour Songtext
von Dischord

Red is the colour of the box on the green
Just like the cross on the flag at sea
I′ve got the gentlest hands, And the sweetest smile
I love the ground, Whereon they lie

Red is the colour of buses and trams
Post-boxes line an idealised land
I've got the sharpest bones, And the cruellest eyes
I love the ground, Whereon they die


I love death, and well they know
I love the ground where poppies grow
I know the day, it soon will come
When they and I can be as one

At the graveside, I smile with glee
Satisfied, I will always be
I conjure a cause, just a few short lines
And they suffer death, a thousand times


Red is the colour that brings them to me
Their blood and their souls, they gave for free
The perfect corpse is a call to arms
I love the ground, whereon young men march
Red is the colour of the petals they wear
I whisper lies that all is fair
They called me pride, but my name is war
I love the ground, Whereon they fall