The Rush - A COLORS SHOW

Since the rush

The storm hasn’t stopped

Ripped roofs off homes, had to build from ground up

And threats been rained down on

Since then, divide and scare seems to be the rule of thumb

With the rush, they pulled you to the ground

The darkest berries were the ripest fruits to pick and cut down

Weathered and bruised, skin black and blue

A kingdom not united in the way it treated you

And it goes like this

You take all of it

But to you it’s a breeze

And you pillage and you reap all the culture that you see

And you toss it to a side

Once you’ve taken what you like

What’s the rush? What’s the rush? What’s the rush?

Are we too much? Are we too much? Are we too much?

Since the rush it’s take and never give

My uncle lives in a two bed but with six

Never got the paper that would say

“This is home for you and your family”

Any day they could turn you back

The wind you came on can turn just like that

There’s no black in their Union Jacks

There’s no black in their Union Jacks

And it goes like this

You take all of it

But to you it’s a breeze

And you pillage and you reap all the culture that you see

And you toss it to a side

Once you’ve taken what you like

What’s the rush? What’s the rush? What’s the rush?

Are we too much? Are we too much? Are we too much?