They're dropping bombs again
And they're doing it in your name
All the [bad word] 
In the papers that I read
Marmalade and buttered toast
And smell of Sunday roast
Kiss the [bad word] of Uncle Sam
Oh to be an Englishman
When you hear the sound of warning
When the only colour is red
Red sky in the morning
Everywhere I'm seeing red
Dawn brings a day of [bad word] 
Hours that we pawn and sell
single magpie in the tree
One for sorrow one for me
Kick it off the cliff I said
Now the line [bad word] up my head
Too late to change this mode
Break all my moral codes
When you hear the sound of warning
When the only colour is red
Red sky in the morning
Everywhere I'm seeing red [bad word] from myself again
And all I feel is shame
It doesn't matter where I go
Everywhere still looks the same
This sense of emptiness
As we create this mess
 [bad word] tendencies
Are what you mean to me
When you hear the sound of warning
When the only colour is red
Red sky in the morning
Everywhere I'm seeing red