The man on the platform
 Wants them to conform
 They stare at the platform
 And they ask him to perform

 A miracle
 A debacle
 Oh it's terrible
 What's in their minds

 A banner for our fever
 A slogan for our hope
 A unity so false
 No one part of it can cope with

 A miracle
 A debacle
 Oh it's terrible
 What's in their minds

 If someone fetch the brushes
 Someone fetch the paints
 We'll paint this town red
 With red paint
 Or with the blood of saints
 Or with black paint
 That's the colour of soul
 The colour that knows
 We may never paint this town red
 With red paint
 Red paint (x3)
 A miracle
 A debacle
 Oh it's terrible
 What's in their minds
 A miracle
 A debacle
 Oh it's terrible
 Well guess their minds
 If someone fetch the brushes
 Someone fetch the paints
 We'll paint this town red
 With red paint
 Or with the blood of saints
 Or with black paint
 That's the colour of soul
 The colour that knows
 We may never paint this town red
 With red paint
 Red paint (x4)