Lyrics:

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

Tired of wishing things were different, I can sympathise
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
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

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
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

Go!
Go!