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In city shoes |
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Of clueless blues |
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Pays the views |
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And no mans news |
| [00:15.21] |
Blades will fade from blood to sport |
| [00:17.73] |
The ******** cut these fuses short |
| [00:19.05] |
Drink and frame this pain I think |
| [00:22.77] |
I'm melting silver poles my dear |
| [00:26.37] |
You bleed your wings and then disappear |
| [00:31.95] |
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights |
| [00:33.57] |
Modern times come talk me down |
| [00:35.82] |
And battle lines are drawn across this town |
| [00:39.60] |
Ghetto stones instead of chains |
| [00:41.13] |
And nothing's changed |
| [00:43.44] |
Riot like 1968 again |
| [00:43.89] |
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed |
| [00:46.11] |
Well pretty flames |
| [00:47.16] |
In school I would just bite my tongue |
| [00:56.43] |
The flags are false and they contradict |
| [00:59.43] |
They point and click which wounds to lick |
| [01:01.29] |
On avenues this christian breeze |
| [01:03.21] |
Turns it's heart to more needles please |
| [01:09.96] |
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more |
| [01:13.77] |
It frays this skin and then underscore |
| [01:17.97] |
The case for war you spin and bleed |
| [01:49.44] |
The sales you feel screensavers feed |
| [01:50.16] |
The girls you breed the soaps that you write |
| [01:54.09] |
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes |
| [01:56.01] |
The moving scenes and suburbanites |
| [01:58.86] |
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights |
| [02:02.07] |
Modern times come talk me down |
| [02:06.90] |
The battle lines are drawn across this town |
| [02:14.40] |
Ghetto stones instead of chains |
| [02:15.09] |
Hearts and minds and US Planes |
| [02:25.32] |
Nothing's changed |
| [02:26.55] |
Riot like the 1980's again |
| [02:28.89] |
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed |
| [02:34.56] |
More pretty flames |
