Cold War Pop

Grey is the colour of concrete Grey is the colour of my wall So tell me how do i get out of here alive How do i get out of here alive Grey is the colour of my wall Even the Death Strip looks promising from here Even the Death Strip looks promising from here It's surely suicide but i may not care Crucified upon the Wall crucify me on the Wall I oh i'm already there Freedom to think is a thought crime Freedom to think is not mine Tell me how do i get out of here alive Even the Death Strip looks promising from here Even the Death Strip looks promising from here It's surely suicide but i may not care Crucified upon the Wall Crucify me on the Wall I oh i'm already there