The Numbers Songtext
von RJ Thompson

Put your eyes painted red
Lucy takes another, another for her head
Scattered glass, stolen cash
TV anchor covers the stories of the dead

And she said
We are the ones, the ones that make up the numbers
We are the ones in the red sky morning
We are the ones when London sends out the cannons
We are the ones who are left with nothing

Rolling smoke bellows out
Charlie takes another cowardly attack
In his life he has had no affiliation
To war and Section 9

And he said
We are the ones, the ones that make up the numbers
We are the ones in the red sky morning
We are the ones when London sends out the cannons
We are the ones who are left with nothing


And oh, in the fine, fair girl
In the fine, fair girl
You′re allowed to be free
If you want it and if you please

Now please show your appreciation for the band
We've got Stu Dawson on lead guitar
We′ve got Carly McKee on backing vocals and percussion
We've got James Peacock on keys
Jonathan Proud on bass guitar
And flown all the way from L.A. just
For these gigs, Carl Thompson on drums
And I've been R.J. Thompson, thank you very, very much again

Lay a wreath on the pile
Amy took a brother, a picture of the past
She admits that she wasted their time again
And needlessly elapsed

And she said
We are the ones, the ones that make up the numbers
We are the ones in the red sky morning
We are the ones when London sends out the cannons
We are the ones who are left with nothing


And oh, in the fine, fair girl
In the fine, fair girl
You′re allowed to be free
If you want it and if you please

Thank you very, very much