We sit and we sigh And nothing gets done So right, so clued-up We just get old And all the while Been torn asunder Nicotine And bacteria What
Been thinking little thoughts Keep on walking try to stay up Pay Attention to the details We go slowly, slowly down Been thinking little thoughts
Promise you'll say if it gets Promise you'll say if it gets too much Don't be so scared of corners Don't be so tired of this life You drink to laugh
I'm sitting, on the roof of my house With a shotgun And a six pack of beers,six pack of beers,six pack of beers. The news copter says the enemies among
All my thoughts are of ice All my thoughts are of ice All my bones are so tired All my bones are so tired So young and so handsome So easily led They
Attention Unbelievers Fashion victims Opportunists Blood sport Cop killer Don't trust art Don't trust culture Cancel your thoughts out forever
She's hearing voices call her She's hearing voices warn her She just can't sleep in her bed She just can't sleep She's falling down the stairs She
In your house, your daddy's car You salt the slugs, keep at bay Happy when your eyes are closed In vogue this year I hate your kind I just can't
All the clouds are black Mother is cried out Someone else broke my fall I don't remember Internationally bastardised Internationally tongue-tied
If your right hand is causing you pain Cut it off cut it off If your colours have started to run Let them all run, run away from you There is lightning
Been thinking little thoughts Keep walking try to stay up Attention to the details We go slowly, slowly down I'll go back if you ask I'll go back if
A heart of stone, a smoking gun I can give you life, I can take it away A heart of stone, a smoking gun I'm working it out Why'd you feel so underrated
On the hottest night of the year Lying in a patch of rhododendrons A bottle of whisky under my arm Trying to count a sky full of stars I dream of order
Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone It takes blood and guts and it takes devotion So tired of standing up and so tired of drawing
North to south Empty Running on Bravado As if to say, as if to say As if to say, he doesn't like chocolate He's born a liar, he'll die a liar Some things
I rely on (bitter cold) I depend on (artic snow) A pair of trainers (I've got mine) Could make a God of the two of us (I want yours) I exist on (