| Lyrics: | Eight days of the week cant believe my eyes.
Insurrection in the streets so we stay
inside.
Go, its coming.
Eight days of the week were dead on our feet,
take me
aside just shoot me.
No black and white, black and white,
wish we could drive right through
you.
Tired of wishing things were different I can sympathise.
Lately things dont seem
so easy theres no black and white.
Go, its coming.
Eight days of the week were
dead on our feet,
take me aside just shoot me.
No black and white, black and white,
wish
we could drive right through you |
