Song | Bloodless Coup |
Artist | Sweet Billy Pilgrim |
Album | MOJO April 2010 - Dream Pop |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
He wipes clean slates | |
The tearful diplomat who negotiates | |
The end of all beginnings | |
Hapless and humble now | |
He stumbles from a building putting fires out | |
And runs and runs away | |
What’s to overthrow | |
When everything you know’s corrupted | |
No matter what you do | |
Chorus: | |
You’re never going to make it right | |
You’re never going to feel alive | |
‘Til you’re defeated and broken | |
You’re never going to make it up | |
It’s never going to be enough | |
To turn it all round | |
We fall down again | |
Take heart and lose face | |
It’s easier to breathe when the declaration’s made | |
And flags are lowered | |
It burns like paper boats | |
He swallows every promise like an antidote | |
‘Til lips are numb with hope | |
And who’s to overthrow | |
When power makes us so indifferent | |
No matter what you do | |
How’s it going to feel when the doors give way | |
What you going to see when the light can’t find you | |
What you going to do when the pennies drop | |
When you look up and it’s all behind you |
He wipes clean slates | |
The tearful diplomat who negotiates | |
The end of all beginnings | |
Hapless and humble now | |
He stumbles from a building putting fires out | |
And runs and runs away | |
What' s to overthrow | |
When everything you know' s corrupted | |
No matter what you do | |
Chorus: | |
You' re never going to make it right | |
You' re never going to feel alive | |
' Til you' re defeated and broken | |
You' re never going to make it up | |
It' s never going to be enough | |
To turn it all round | |
We fall down again | |
Take heart and lose face | |
It' s easier to breathe when the declaration' s made | |
And flags are lowered | |
It burns like paper boats | |
He swallows every promise like an antidote | |
' Til lips are numb with hope | |
And who' s to overthrow | |
When power makes us so indifferent | |
No matter what you do | |
How' s it going to feel when the doors give way | |
What you going to see when the light can' t find you | |
What you going to do when the pennies drop | |
When you look up and it' s all behind you |
He wipes clean slates | |
The tearful diplomat who negotiates | |
The end of all beginnings | |
Hapless and humble now | |
He stumbles from a building putting fires out | |
And runs and runs away | |
What' s to overthrow | |
When everything you know' s corrupted | |
No matter what you do | |
Chorus: | |
You' re never going to make it right | |
You' re never going to feel alive | |
' Til you' re defeated and broken | |
You' re never going to make it up | |
It' s never going to be enough | |
To turn it all round | |
We fall down again | |
Take heart and lose face | |
It' s easier to breathe when the declaration' s made | |
And flags are lowered | |
It burns like paper boats | |
He swallows every promise like an antidote | |
' Til lips are numb with hope | |
And who' s to overthrow | |
When power makes us so indifferent | |
No matter what you do | |
How' s it going to feel when the doors give way | |
What you going to see when the light can' t find you | |
What you going to do when the pennies drop | |
When you look up and it' s all behind you |