Eight days of the week, can't believe my eyes

Insurrection in the streets, so we stay inside

Go, it's coming

Eight days of the week we're dead on our feet

Take me aside just shoot me

No black and white, black and white

Wish we could drive right through you

Tired of wishing things were different, I can sympathise

Lately things don't seem so easy, there's no black and white

Go, it's coming

Eight days of the week we're dead on our feet

Take me aside just shoot me

No black and white, black and white

Wish we could drive right through you

Go! Go!