Frank Tovey - Ultramarine lyrics

Send in the choppers Bring down the axe Here comes agent orange With his mortar attacks Void of any conscience Wiped out from the start Never find compa**ion In his purple heart Oh oh This move is obscene I don´t feel part of This k**ing culture Oh oh The gla**y eyes that i´ve seen I won´t be entertained By this ultramarine Ultramarine Liberation comes In jeans and c**a-cola Liberty this bullet´s Got your name on it You make the films And you´re making history Napalm-burger-bars Popcorn victory Oh oh This move is obscene I don´t feel part of This k**ing culture Oh oh Here´s punishment for your dreams I won´t be entertained By this ultramarine Ultramarine Oh oh I don´t feel part of This k**ing culture Oh oh I´m afraid i´m repulsed By this ultramarine Ultramarine Ultramarine The year is 1963 I´m 6 years old A monk in some far off land Dowses himself in petrol And strikes a match I´m watching television A black silhouette Engulfed in white flame Still moving after what seems A very long time ...burning buddha... The room is filled with blue light We change channels And watch a james cagney movie Marching soldiers singing "over there over there........"