the datsuns
blood red
Take, take me to market Come on take me down To traditions and lifes hand me downs It's a sin, sir, when you half realise You gave in sir, become what you despise  So let's paint the town blood red, red tonight We'll paint it red, it's a scarlet delight  Grind the meat, sir, time to taste the sublime It is sweet, sir but will turn to grime in time Roll the dice, if you please It's the reight of everyman To compete, with sleaze For someone to bear his brand so  Whatever happened you said  To all the things they promised you Whatever happened you said To all the things they should have done Whatever happened you said Whatever happened was beared So I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now Let's go  It's a sin, sir When you half realise You gave in sir Become what you despise  Whatever happened to digital communication All those empty promises,  They're still leaving me frustrated Leaving me frustrated, why? So I say goodbye