Capgun Coup

bobby chops and the do-gooders
Well you're a real fuck up like me on the weekendsWhere our words are forced underneath our silent sheets andThe only speeches that I try to demandThe room feels so incomplete without your companyAnd I call for someone to call from hereCalling it a call for flatteryWe'll be sly cat's laughing at humanity We'll be working for a living, We'll be living while partyingTonight light up those cigarettesWe'll be young, we'll be dumb, we'll be restlessAnd we'll get plenty of sleep when we're done dyingAnd if the coffee is hot but it's could out thereIn the cold, dry, pale white winter airWe'll be the the quiet excitement of a silent tyrantDoes it please you the way we do what we do, loveIt seems the drinks and drugs are swept under a rug, are illusionsWe're just daughters and sons who have no wishes for reasonsWe gotta keep warm if we're to live through the storms this seasonI have nothing to offer you, your silver tongue, your silver spoonI have no fucking clue how I am ever gonna talk to youAnd I am not what you want, you flaunt your stolen words that you wroteAnd a brand new font, And it tastes of the same old storyYou traded your love for the sad, lost, unfortunate warrior.Letras de cancionesTonight light up those cigarettesWe'll be young, we'll be dumb, we'll be restlessAnd we'll get plenty of sleep when we're done dyingAnd if the coffee is hot but it's could out thereIn the cold, dry, pale white winter airWe'll be the the quiet excitement of a silent tyrantTonight light up those cigarettesWe'll be young, we'll be dumb, we'll be restlessAnd we'll get plenty of sleep when we're done dyingAnd if the coffee is hot but it's could out thereIn the cold, dry, pale white winter airWe'll be the the quiet excitement of a silent tyrantTonight, tonight, tonight,Tonight light up those cigarettesWe'll be young, we'll be dumb, we'll be restlessAnd we'll get plenty of sleep when we're done dyingAnd if the coffee is hot but it's could out thereIn the cold, dry, pale white winter airWe'll be the the quiet excitement of a silent tyrant1, 2, 3, 4...We understand thatI got a view in my sightI got you in my eyeI got you in my eye From Letras Mania