Buzzards And Crows Lyrics
| Song | Buzzards And Crows |
| Artist | Dirty Pretty Things |
| Album | Romance At Short Notice |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:17.00] | We could throw ourselves in a road |
| [00:18.52] | But receive no comfort from street lights |
| [00:21.03] | Why not come in for a jamens and escape life? |
| [00:24.16] | We're idle in the mean time |
| [00:25.93] | Aristocrats and architects with broken dreams |
| [00:33.94] | Well, I say the dead sea is dying |
| [00:36.15] | You say you're going underground for a while |
| [00:38.07] | Well, we all need to be recognized for something |
| [00:41.24] | Not sure if the devil's eyes are blue |
| [00:43.11] | Work and days of underpaid still hold the key |
| [00:47.65] | I see this place from my window |
| [00:51.53] | It goes on the corner like the rest |
| [00:55.30] | There are the buzzards and the crows |
| [00:58.99] | Making eyes of a sea, self obsessed |
| [01:12.59] | Now, if commandment 11 is, “Don't get caught” |
| [01:15.52] | Then 12 must be, “Don't ever tell” |
| [01:18.58] | Then ask yourself do you believe you'll go to hell? |
| [01:23.22] | My mate went to the crossroads to see the devil |
| [01:26.95] | He never showed and if he says that I believe |
| [01:31.89] | I hear the place from my window |
| [01:35.47] | Call me like a lighthouse to the sea |
| [01:39.25] | There swarm the buzzards and the crows |
| [01:42.97] | Swirling wide talking wise and there's me |
| [01:47.10] | You and I hanging around |
| [01:50.51] | Lads who've got childish names |
| [01:54.60] | Scissors, we cut it out |
| [01:58.54] | Shining before by the waves |
| [02:02.62] | And I need to be recognized |
| [02:06.25] | 'Cause we could be self-assured |
| [02:10.28] | We could be happy indoors |
| [02:15.86] | I know this place from my window |
| [02:20.35] | I trip out and fall to the ground down below |
| [02:24.53] | Hoods up for the buzzards and the crows |
| [02:27.91] | Who believe in the void of themselves |
| [02:41.82] | Still believe in the void of themselves |
| [02:58.35] | And all the trees and animals of mountains green |
| [00:17.00] | We could throw ourselves in a road |
| [00:18.52] | But receive no comfort from street lights |
| [00:21.03] | Why not come in for a jamens and escape life? |
| [00:24.16] | We' re idle in the mean time |
| [00:25.93] | Aristocrats and architects with broken dreams |
| [00:33.94] | Well, I say the dead sea is dying |
| [00:36.15] | You say you' re going underground for a while |
| [00:38.07] | Well, we all need to be recognized for something |
| [00:41.24] | Not sure if the devil' s eyes are blue |
| [00:43.11] | Work and days of underpaid still hold the key |
| [00:47.65] | I see this place from my window |
| [00:51.53] | It goes on the corner like the rest |
| [00:55.30] | There are the buzzards and the crows |
| [00:58.99] | Making eyes of a sea, self obsessed |
| [01:12.59] | Now, if commandment 11 is, " Don' t get caught" |
| [01:15.52] | Then 12 must be, " Don' t ever tell" |
| [01:18.58] | Then ask yourself do you believe you' ll go to hell? |
| [01:23.22] | My mate went to the crossroads to see the devil |
| [01:26.95] | He never showed and if he says that I believe |
| [01:31.89] | I hear the place from my window |
| [01:35.47] | Call me like a lighthouse to the sea |
| [01:39.25] | There swarm the buzzards and the crows |
| [01:42.97] | Swirling wide talking wise and there' s me |
| [01:47.10] | You and I hanging around |
| [01:50.51] | Lads who' ve got childish names |
| [01:54.60] | Scissors, we cut it out |
| [01:58.54] | Shining before by the waves |
| [02:02.62] | And I need to be recognized |
| [02:06.25] | ' Cause we could be selfassured |
| [02:10.28] | We could be happy indoors |
| [02:15.86] | I know this place from my window |
| [02:20.35] | I trip out and fall to the ground down below |
| [02:24.53] | Hoods up for the buzzards and the crows |
| [02:27.91] | Who believe in the void of themselves |
| [02:41.82] | Still believe in the void of themselves |
| [02:58.35] | And all the trees and animals of mountains green |
| [00:17.00] | We could throw ourselves in a road |
| [00:18.52] | But receive no comfort from street lights |
| [00:21.03] | Why not come in for a jamens and escape life? |
| [00:24.16] | We' re idle in the mean time |
| [00:25.93] | Aristocrats and architects with broken dreams |
| [00:33.94] | Well, I say the dead sea is dying |
| [00:36.15] | You say you' re going underground for a while |
| [00:38.07] | Well, we all need to be recognized for something |
| [00:41.24] | Not sure if the devil' s eyes are blue |
| [00:43.11] | Work and days of underpaid still hold the key |
| [00:47.65] | I see this place from my window |
| [00:51.53] | It goes on the corner like the rest |
| [00:55.30] | There are the buzzards and the crows |
| [00:58.99] | Making eyes of a sea, self obsessed |
| [01:12.59] | Now, if commandment 11 is, " Don' t get caught" |
| [01:15.52] | Then 12 must be, " Don' t ever tell" |
| [01:18.58] | Then ask yourself do you believe you' ll go to hell? |
| [01:23.22] | My mate went to the crossroads to see the devil |
| [01:26.95] | He never showed and if he says that I believe |
| [01:31.89] | I hear the place from my window |
| [01:35.47] | Call me like a lighthouse to the sea |
| [01:39.25] | There swarm the buzzards and the crows |
| [01:42.97] | Swirling wide talking wise and there' s me |
| [01:47.10] | You and I hanging around |
| [01:50.51] | Lads who' ve got childish names |
| [01:54.60] | Scissors, we cut it out |
| [01:58.54] | Shining before by the waves |
| [02:02.62] | And I need to be recognized |
| [02:06.25] | ' Cause we could be selfassured |
| [02:10.28] | We could be happy indoors |
| [02:15.86] | I know this place from my window |
| [02:20.35] | I trip out and fall to the ground down below |
| [02:24.53] | Hoods up for the buzzards and the crows |
| [02:27.91] | Who believe in the void of themselves |
| [02:41.82] | Still believe in the void of themselves |
| [02:58.35] | And all the trees and animals of mountains green |
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