British Air Rage Lyrics - Singles - Finley Quaye

Tell me your psalms and Ill tell you mine 

Manic preachers, slippery road to Wales 

Boat with no sail, sendin' people off the rails 

An angel's on your tail and it's too dark 

Brutality, impartiality is now a reality 

Oppression, suppression is their occupation 

Tolerance, they boast they have got 

We are aware they have not 

Without us it would be total destruction 

Green says you will be fed 

Gold is holding an internal eternal glow 

Red is gonna run like river Jordan 

Listen now 

These words, check now 

The eyes of man can see 

The mind for eye must be 

Red rolled and seen 

To really know what it mean 

Eyelids back, tears behind my eyes 

Feeling bitter, weeping as he wails 

Emotional, trying to stay on the rails 

An angel on harp, who's too sharp 

Babylon has no productions 

Only slavery and confusion 

Rasta going to cramp them and paralyze them 

Devils for the situation