Written by:Carl Barat,Edward Harcourt
Half alive
You watch the fires through your lonely eyes
Without your warpaint on you won't survrive
No point in trying if it's all a lie
Fire for the souls
Of the wicked and the dull
The feelings they are annul
That was your life
Half alive
You watch the tv as the taxes rise
You think they're listening but try this for size
They weren't too bothered when the last one died
Wire up the souls
Of the wicked and the dull
Extrapolate then cull
That was your life
This is the march of idle
This is the march of idle
This is the march of idle
This is the march of idle
Are you alive?
Hold your breath and count to twenty-five
Remember cigarattes and moon lit drives
And think of me my love 'till sleep arrives
Rest for your soul
You're my heart beyond control
My breath my rock n roll
You are my life
This is the march of idle
This is the march of idle
This is the march of idle
It's now the march of idle
When you find your friend is your rival
It shouldn't hurt at all
It seems so normal to forget survival
Inside we are all animals
This is the march of idle
This is the march of idle
This is the march of idle
It's now there'll be no revival
This is the march of idle
This is the march of idle
This is the march of idle
It's now a new fucking bible