Shooting of a Bricklayer

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



Credits
Writer(s): George Pappas
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