A red light coming,nmarching you can hear.nA drummer boy is drumming,nAll you feel is fear.nA Brigade of young men running,nyou can see that they are near.nFirst shots fired are stunning,nand our eyes, they leak a tear.nnIt’s the blue light brigade,nmaking light of our day.nIt’s the blue light brigade,nit’s paving our way to the right decision.nnFirst shots fired ring out in the air,nyet they rip right by and never catch a hair.nOur thoughts are haunting,nand our images flaunting.nEverything seems so real.nMy head is spinning,ndecision making.nWhich side is winning?nChoice for taking.nnIt’s the blue light brigade,nmaking light of our day.nIt’s the blue light brigade,nit’s paving our way to the right decision.