Turning Blue - Madness

With the ease of a practised smile

The tears of a crocodile

Well shake then wash your hands

Of the smell of foreign land

The propaganda woman said

It might be worse you could be dead

Now weve an impressive show

Lets wind it up and watch it go Still a strange thing to me Is theres no place Id rather be Rollercoasting backwards to Up and down and turning blue

No pie in the sky

For the small man gets smaller

But a poke in the eye

From an unwelcome caller

Still a strange thing to me Is theres no place Id rather be Rollercoasting backwards to Up and down and turning blue

Policemans eyes on overload

A fractured island might explode

A million pieces washed ashore

From disneyland to warsaw

Lets have a rehearsal run

An underground holiday in the sun

Take time to sit and reflect

A white wall where the sun collects

Still a strange thing to me Is theres no place Id rather be Rollercoasting backwards to Up and down and turning blue