Turning Blue

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