Future Of The Left
City Of Exploded Children
Chicken tikka bath salts found at bus stopsSocial gravy - sweet momentumUnderneath the city of exploded childrenUnderneath the city everything is fineRun to Dixons, sons of HackneyPleasure gardens kissed by landslidesUnderneath the city of exploded childrenUnderneath the city everything is fineHunt where you eatMake a stand where the elephants sleepIn the drum of a brand new watergunFall in lines on the common sheepHe is one, he is twoHe is nothing to our thousandsThe morning light will make our victory cleanerTheir minds will echo to our rhapsodyIn four weeks time we will break our fastAnd the weight will re-appearAnd we'll never get home cos nobody doesAnd we'll never go poor in spite of ourselvesAnd the smell of smoke will collect in their bonesFrom Aberdeen to the edge of the worldFall in lines on the common sheepHe is one, he is twoHe is nothing to our thousands
From Letras Mania