| Song | Red Mist |
| Artist | Ruarri Joseph |
| Album | Both Sides Of The Coin |
| And I see the wealth of a thieving hand | |
| As it bangs its fist on the ground we stand | |
| All of its laughter is built on a lie | |
| But somehow it governs us time after time | |
| I want to stand up and accuse this beast | |
| And smack its wrists for the tales it speaks | |
| But somehow my voice is too distant to hear | |
| And no-one is listening in | |
| And I see a red mist | |
| For the troubles that we know | |
| And I see a red mist | |
| For the hardship that we owe | |
| And I see a red mist | |
| Coz the future’s burning up | |
| And the smoke and fire is alive and well in the red mist | |
| And I see the suits and their new green pockets | |
| And wish for a button to push and just stop it | |
| As folk who pretend to be human race | |
| Apply their cosmetics to their brand new face | |
| The course is curved and the lights are gone | |
| I want to know why it has all gone wrong | |
| But somehow my voice is too distant to hear | |
| And no-one is listening in | |
| And I see a red mist | |
| For the troubles that we know | |
| And I see a red mist | |
| For the hardship that we owe | |
| And I see a red mist | |
| Coz the future’s burning up | |
| And the smoke and fire is alive and well in the red mist |
| And I see the wealth of a thieving hand | |
| As it bangs its fist on the ground we stand | |
| All of its laughter is built on a lie | |
| But somehow it governs us time after time | |
| I want to stand up and accuse this beast | |
| And smack its wrists for the tales it speaks | |
| But somehow my voice is too distant to hear | |
| And noone is listening in | |
| And I see a red mist | |
| For the troubles that we know | |
| And I see a red mist | |
| For the hardship that we owe | |
| And I see a red mist | |
| Coz the future' s burning up | |
| And the smoke and fire is alive and well in the red mist | |
| And I see the suits and their new green pockets | |
| And wish for a button to push and just stop it | |
| As folk who pretend to be human race | |
| Apply their cosmetics to their brand new face | |
| The course is curved and the lights are gone | |
| I want to know why it has all gone wrong | |
| But somehow my voice is too distant to hear | |
| And noone is listening in | |
| And I see a red mist | |
| For the troubles that we know | |
| And I see a red mist | |
| For the hardship that we owe | |
| And I see a red mist | |
| Coz the future' s burning up | |
| And the smoke and fire is alive and well in the red mist |