Vārdi:
Living Colour Flying

the parking lot I'm writing this little song on my way down Never in my life have I felt a heat so hot I had to get out Such a lovely day to go flying

who's gonna leave Flying domestic flying And when the stewardess is near do not show any fear Heartbeat increasing heartbeat You are a khaki-coloured

You can live your fantasy Mystasia is the place, is more than you guess, like a sign The sun will always shine You feel like flying in a coloured

This rhapsody of tension has lifted from my chest As my flying connot destroy the nest It is merely a new chapter of this dream Shinning Brightly does

I can not reach my desires, I dream in blue, the colour of the endless fall into oblivion. I see my sanity flying, I see my self dying... You kept me

: Then raise the scarlet standard high Beneath it's folds we'll live and die Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer We'll keep the red flag flying here

Elite who don't hear us scream or beg for a halt or Their society aborts 1981 President Reagan and the pope face assassins' Bullets and escape with their lives

. It is a place to grow and live as one, In a brotherhood of man There is light that comes from africa, And it's shining round the world. Let all the colours

predictable and we know it We'll settle old scores now and settle the hard way You may not even live to outgrow it Once again, we're flying colours, flying colours