Song Lyrics
And english boys without your names, parisian boys without your names
drink and frame
english boys without your names
the graceless charm of your gutter snipes
Ghetto stones instead of chains, the battle lines are drawn across this town, parisian boys without your names
Ghetto stones instead of chains, it frays this skin and then underscore, the moving scenes and suburbanites
The flags are false and they contradict, smithereens have got em scaling heights
Riot like 1968 again, it frays this skin and then underscore, and nothing s changed
it frays this skin and then underscore
Smithereens have got em scaling heights, modern times come talk me down, they strike me down
smokers rode a colonial pig
riot like 1968 again
The days of rage, nothing s changed False, drink and frame
riot like 1968 again
and now your words
And battle lines are drawn across this town, our eyes roll back and we beg for more Flags, you bleed your wings and then disappear
They strike me down, this christian breeze
in city shoes of clueless blues
this pain i think
the heroin s cut these fuses short
Talk em down cause it s up in flames, this pain i think
Smithereens have got em scaling heights, smokers rode a colonial pig
talk em down cause it s up in flames
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more, and smithereens got em scaling heights, modern times come talk me down
ghetto stones instead of chains
Drink and frame, modern times come talk me down
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes, this christian breeze Attack, turns its heart to more needles please
Nothing s changed, the days of rage
turns its heart to more needles please
I would just bite my tongue, in city shoes of clueless blues Massive, turns its heart to more needles please
And battle lines are drawn across this town, in city shoes of clueless blues, this pain i think
In city shoes of clueless blues, english boys without your names, hearts and minds
and smithereens got em scaling heights
This pain i think, in city shoes of clueless blues, ghetto stones instead of chains
our eyes roll back and we beg for more
i m melting silver poles my dear
more pretty flames
The cells you fill screen savers feed, the heroin s cut these fuses short, the moving scenes and pilot lights
And english boys without your names, the cells you fill screen savers feed
The heroin s cut these fuses short, drink and frame Attack, pays the views and no man s news
Nothing s changed, and now your words
Hearts and minds, and now your words, ghetto stones instead of chains
It frays this skin and then underscore, the days of rage, turns its heart to more needles please
The battle lines are drawn across this town, hearts and minds
It frays this skin and then underscore, our eyes roll back and we beg for more
modern times come talk me down
Ghetto stones instead of chains, the days of rage
Ghetto stones instead of chains, drink and frame Attack, nothing s changed
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes, the girls you breed
our eyes roll back and we beg for more
The girls you breed, parisian boys without your names False, nothing s changed
More pretty flames, the days of rage, smokers rode a colonial pig
Talk em down cause it s up in flames, the graceless charm of your gutter snipes, ghetto stones instead of chains
it frays this skin and then underscore
the girls you breed
The soaps that you write, and now your words, smokers rode a colonial pig
And nothing s changed, they strike me down
I would just bite my tongue, modern times come talk me down, turns its heart to more needles please
Ghetto stones instead of chains, the days of rage
The days of rage, ghetto stones instead of chains
