Lyrics:

One, two
One, two, three, four

Eight days of the week, can't believe my eyes
Insurrection in the streets, so we stay inside

Go, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Go, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Go, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming

Eight days of the week, we're dead on our feet
Take me aside, just shoot me
No black and white, black and white
Wish we could drive right through you, yeah

One, two
One, two, three, four
Tired of wishing things were different, I can sympathize
Lately things don't seem so easy, there's no black and white

Go, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Go, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Go, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming

Eight days of the week, we're dead on our feet
Take me aside, just shoot me
No black and white, black and white
Wish we could drive right through you, yeah
Eight days of the week, we're dead on our feet
Take me aside, just shoot me
No black and white, black and white
Wish we could drive right through you, yeah

(coughing)
Yeah

Go
Go

Eight days of the week, we're dead on our feet
Take me aside, just shoot me
No black and white, black and white
Wish we could drive right through you, yeah

Eight days of the week, we're dead on our feet
Take me aside, just shoot me
No black and white, black and white
Wish we could drive right through you, yeah

Go
Go