Letras:
Culture Club Colour By Numbers

: Guns that cross the street You never know who you might meet Who's in disguise Ooh as you blow a storm There's no one there to keep you warm It's no

: Miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind Bet you got a good

: Someone says Wake up child And throw your life away See you in the crime file What will your mama say Sometimes you get angry No focus in your life

pot Big enough big enough big enough to take The world and all it's got And keep it stirring for A hundred years or more And turn out coffee coloured people by

: The victims we know so well They shine in your eyes when they kiss and tell Strange places we never see But you're always there like a ghost in my

: Ooh I have love sweeter than lies Gave you no reason Not to decide Say you are leaving You've got too much pride It's not love if you have it to hide

: On the street They're preaching violence Mr Man it's in your head On the street The midnight cowboy Needs no gun To shoot you dead Why do I live the

Guns that cross the street You never know who you might meet Who's in disguise Ooh as you blow a storm There's no one there to keep you warm It's no surprise

On the street they're preaching violence Mister Man, it's in your head On the street the midnight cowboy Needs no gun to shoot you dead Why do I live