1. |
infantile disorder
02:28
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its getting ever harder
to keep it all together
everyone's a martyr
dead and gone
to keep it all together
i smiled at the fakers
black is washing greyer
i let it run
for what it's worth
i'm playing your game
my childish claims
dont change
its gotta hurt
to be read your sins
by someone so infantile
from serbia to paris
from 68 it scares us
the distance we've travelled
with little won
a brick through the window
from the same hands that we know
once saluted crosses
of iron
clever little sparrow
darting like an arrow
passing through the window
before its closed
for what it's worth
they're always the same
those childish claims
i've made
the spinning skirt
the sharpest of glances
dull as the past
i say
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2. |
king of everything
02:57
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emma's got the rifle
oh she named it alex
leon's got the pistol
he makes it count
from smiling cafe
to the parliament seats
the century is burning
the bodies count
oh... what a lovely day
to hear the sirens
luring the captain straight
into the rocks
rick is running prisons
packed tight with children
oh that profit margin
it gets him off
he keeps it fit - he's fucking it
the king of everything
and by remote - he lets us know
that he can pull the strings
so vera's shot the general
sophie's got the wires
she's setting russian fires
so write that down
lucas has a notebook
he's got a calculator
he's got an army rolling
on through the crowd
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3. |
lexicon
01:46
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he had a lover - he used to hit
felt the bones in his knuckles slip
she held his hand - away and back
as she went from blue to black
she couldnt tell him - couldnt speak
just the police on repeat
or the father - or the state
she is wordless so she'll stay
we need a lexicon - for
every word that he's beaten on - her
cant define them
you think you knew her name - once
but she dont have one if your asking - now
just her daddy's
theres another - she's come of age
she's learning just how boys are made
of discomfort - and of rage
children buried shallow graves
now she can spell her name - with
five fingers curled into a - fist
watch yourself now
he's learning now - right
to bite his tongue when he speaks his mind - fine
watch the fuck out
we need a lexicon - for
every bone that he's beaten on - poor
girl cant define herself
we knew her name - once
but she dont have one if your asking - now
just her daddys
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4. |
riot stick
02:07
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be a cop
grab your gun
caress it with the tenderness
you once had for your son
before he left
now he's gone
run off with a boy to the adriatic sun
he loves him so
more you know
than you ever loved him
there you go
beating back
red and black
you've got a lot to prove
dont you though
was it in your blood?
the seed still grows
dont you hide
feelings high
everytime he watches you
how long can you deny?
uniform
folded worn
imagine in the shower that
his lays next to yours
he loves him so
more you know
then he ever loved him self
there he goes
beating back
red and black
he's got a lot to prove
dont he though
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