Song | Savages |
Artist | The Indelicates |
Album | Songs For Swinging Lovers |
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The flame in your eye could burn the world if it were to escape | |
And the love in your heart is the kind of love they write epic verse about | |
And darlin’ you know, | |
You know that you’re better than this | |
Darlin’ you know, | |
You know you are better than this | |
But we are ash and we are books | |
Coffee-stained and overlooked | |
We are ornamental swords | |
Forged for the peace after the war | |
And the world has no need | |
of the songs than we sang | |
We are savages, you and I, and we will | |
Hang, hang, hang. | |
The tear on your cheek will fall ignored by the suckers to fake romance | |
And the hope in your heart will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island | |
Darling you know | |
That there’s no place for us | |
We’ll build and we’ll sweat | |
But there’s no place for us | |
No Ithaca no home | |
We are Greeks in the age of Rome | |
With no right to criticise | |
The happily dull, to Grecian eyes | |
And the world has no need | |
of the songs that we sang | |
We are savages, you and I, and we will | |
Hang, hang, hang. | |
The sweat on your brow shall be disdained, shunned and deodorized | |
And the will of your heart shall spoil in the heat of a new world | |
And darlin you know | |
You know we’re better unheard | |
Darlin you know | |
You know we’re better unserved | |
The Brave new futures we have seen | |
Filled with beautiful machines | |
Greener pastures, clearer skies | |
And not one such as you or I | |
As the dust shall settle sweetly | |
on the songs that we sang | |
We are savages you and I, | |
And we will Hang, hang, hang | |
Hang, Hang, Hang. |
The flame in your eye could burn the world if it were to escape | |
And the love in your heart is the kind of love they write epic verse about | |
And darlin' you know, | |
You know that you' re better than this | |
Darlin' you know, | |
You know you are better than this | |
But we are ash and we are books | |
Coffeestained and overlooked | |
We are ornamental swords | |
Forged for the peace after the war | |
And the world has no need | |
of the songs than we sang | |
We are savages, you and I, and we will | |
Hang, hang, hang. | |
The tear on your cheek will fall ignored by the suckers to fake romance | |
And the hope in your heart will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island | |
Darling you know | |
That there' s no place for us | |
We' ll build and we' ll sweat | |
But there' s no place for us | |
No Ithaca no home | |
We are Greeks in the age of Rome | |
With no right to criticise | |
The happily dull, to Grecian eyes | |
And the world has no need | |
of the songs that we sang | |
We are savages, you and I, and we will | |
Hang, hang, hang. | |
The sweat on your brow shall be disdained, shunned and deodorized | |
And the will of your heart shall spoil in the heat of a new world | |
And darlin you know | |
You know we' re better unheard | |
Darlin you know | |
You know we' re better unserved | |
The Brave new futures we have seen | |
Filled with beautiful machines | |
Greener pastures, clearer skies | |
And not one such as you or I | |
As the dust shall settle sweetly | |
on the songs that we sang | |
We are savages you and I, | |
And we will Hang, hang, hang | |
Hang, Hang, Hang. |
The flame in your eye could burn the world if it were to escape | |
And the love in your heart is the kind of love they write epic verse about | |
And darlin' you know, | |
You know that you' re better than this | |
Darlin' you know, | |
You know you are better than this | |
But we are ash and we are books | |
Coffeestained and overlooked | |
We are ornamental swords | |
Forged for the peace after the war | |
And the world has no need | |
of the songs than we sang | |
We are savages, you and I, and we will | |
Hang, hang, hang. | |
The tear on your cheek will fall ignored by the suckers to fake romance | |
And the hope in your heart will be dashed on the shore of this deadly island | |
Darling you know | |
That there' s no place for us | |
We' ll build and we' ll sweat | |
But there' s no place for us | |
No Ithaca no home | |
We are Greeks in the age of Rome | |
With no right to criticise | |
The happily dull, to Grecian eyes | |
And the world has no need | |
of the songs that we sang | |
We are savages, you and I, and we will | |
Hang, hang, hang. | |
The sweat on your brow shall be disdained, shunned and deodorized | |
And the will of your heart shall spoil in the heat of a new world | |
And darlin you know | |
You know we' re better unheard | |
Darlin you know | |
You know we' re better unserved | |
The Brave new futures we have seen | |
Filled with beautiful machines | |
Greener pastures, clearer skies | |
And not one such as you or I | |
As the dust shall settle sweetly | |
on the songs that we sang | |
We are savages you and I, | |
And we will Hang, hang, hang | |
Hang, Hang, Hang. |