Thea Gilmore - Bulletin Britain lyrics

Hello anger it's me I've been calling almost an hour I left a message on your machine Yeah, well I guess you're out Heard a black guy got k**ed today Struck by nine and dead by one We all bleed red, don't we? No matter what side of town we're from We're from And I was driving out of town Listening to the radio And somebody wanted to know Why does the whole country stand accused? And just as the answer was coming back I pa**ed under a railway bridge And the words got lost in a flood of static We washed our hands, disguised the bruise And I should have known we'd never do it Never see humanity as some screwball work of art We've gotta pick our shades and choose our pigments That's bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart And we've been hanging on each news report Shaking our heads and loading blanks It's been slowly gaining interest In the public memory banks So that if we just close our eyes Then we may all be absolved Don't talk to us about blame, In fact don't talk at all; there, problem solved And I should have known we'd never do it Never see humanity as some screwball work of art We've gotta pick our shades and choose our pigments That's bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart And they're coming to the door spilling names and what they've learned And she's muttering her 'thank you's even as the deadbolt turned I should have known we'd never do it Never see humanity as some screwball work of art We've gotta pick our shades and choose our pigments That's bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart We need our borders, our specifics We've got each culture on a population graph Branding the "them and us" with extremist hieroglyphics And that's bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart Hello anger its me I've been calling almost an hour Left a message on your machine Yeah, well I guess you're out