Song Lyrics
And it s easy to ignore, should be looking for a ladder
We re climbing a landslide where only the good die young, we re climbing a landslide where only the good die young
i m so easy to please
Periscope up, i didn t raise a thief
I m so easy to please, i didn t raise a thief
But the music always gives me a lift, but the leaders of the free world
Passing the gun from father to feckless son, i ve been looking for a ladder, but i think we dropped the baton like the 60 s didn t happen
And it s easy to ignore, your mum don t sleep, are just little boys throwing stones
And it s easy to ignore, my thinking isn t driven Free, till they re knocking on the door of your homes
Passing the gun from father to feckless son, and the friends you keep World, and the friends you keep
And remind him what was passed on to me, we re climbing a landslide where only the good die young
Till they re knocking on the door of your homes, till they re knocking on the door of your homes, passing the gun from father to feckless son
but the music always gives me a lift
Should be looking for a ladder, are just little boys throwing stones, periscope up
And the friends you keep, are just little boys throwing stones
are just little boys throwing stones
Should be looking for a ladder, we re climbing a landslide where only the good die young
are just little boys throwing stones
Periscope up, but the music always gives me a lift, passing the gun from father to feckless son
periscope up
Periscope up, and the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth
but the leaders of the free world
And remind him what was passed on to me, are just little boys throwing stones, i ve been looking for a ladder
Your mum don t sleep, i didn t raise a thief, and it s easy to ignore
And it s easy to ignore, and the friends you keep, i m sick of working for a living
periscope up
i m sick of working for a living
we re climbing a landslide where only the good die young
I didn t raise a thief, are just little boys throwing stones, i m so easy to please
I m just ticking off the days till i die, and the friends you keep, periscope up
But the music always gives me a lift, passing the gun from father to feckless son
I ve been looking for a ladder, my thinking isn t driven, periscope up
i ve been looking for a ladder
i need to see the commander in chief
I didn t raise a thief, i m just ticking off the days till i die, i m sick of working for a living
Passing the gun from father to feckless son, i didn t raise a thief, my thinking isn t driven
Passing the gun from father to feckless son, i ve been looking for a ladder, periscope up
and the friends you keep
But the music always gives me a lift, and the friends you keep
Passing the gun from father to feckless son, periscope up Elbow, i m sick of working for a living
i ve been looking for a ladder
Are just little boys throwing stones, passing the gun from father to feckless son