Testo Now Is The Colour The Wildhearts
Hey there sweet thing throw in your keys
The party isnât over âtil youâre down on your knees
Pick out your brother the choice is sublime
Now is the colour and blue is the time
Sit yourself back while the enemy tire
Weâre chocking down fuel just to piss on the fire
Thereâs people brought down by the need to be beat
In a bid to be rid of the stench of defeat
Thereâll be a hundred dead kids in every block
A hundred blind pigs all sick from the shock
And waddya know? The shitâs all ready to blow
Hey there sweet thing, feeling secure?
They need a disease cuz they invented a cure
The cityâs asleep in the height if its prime
Now is the colour and blue is the time
Hey there sweet thing, cop a class A
You got to keep illegal while the kids are away
It tastes a lot better when you know itâs a crime
Now is the colour and blue is the time
Feel the modern air and the tension above ya
Kiss your mum and dad coz you know that they love ya
Supply and demand for the culture at hand
Heâs a boy-girl 21st century man
Thereâs a scream in your gut as you cry in your beer
Well thatâs all well and good but it canât happen here
And waddya know? The shitâs all ready to blow