False Flags

[00:20.28] The city chews up clueless blues
[00:23.50] Pays the views and no-man's news
[00:26.84] Blades will fade from blood to sport
[00:30.10] The heroin's cut these fuses short
[00:33.47] Smokers rode a colonial pig
[00:36.77] Drink and frame this pain i think
[00:40.17] I'm melting silver poles my dear
[00:43.57] You beat your wings and then disappear
[00:46.83] The moving scenes and pilot lights
[00:50.00] Smithereens have got us scaling heights
[00:53.33] Modern times come talk me down
[00:56.70] The battle lines are drawn cross this town
[01:00.32] Parisian boys without your names
[01:03.43] Ghetto stones instead of chains
[01:06.84] Talk them down cause it's up in flames
[01:10.14] And nothing's changed
[01:13.42] Parisian boys without your names
[01:16.07] Riot like 1968 again
[01:20.18] The days of rage, yeah nothing's changed
[01:23.76] More pretty flames
[01:26.49] In school i would just bite my tongue
[01:30.17] And now your words they strike me dumb
[01:33.45] The flags are false and they contradict
[01:36.58] They point and click which wounds to lick
[01:40.04] On avenues this Christian breeze
[01:43.42] Turns us on to more needles please
[01:46.82] Our eyes roll back and we beg for more
[01:50.18] Rephrase this skin and then underscore
[01:53.47] The case for war you spin and bleed
[01:56.64] The cells you fill screensavers feed
[02:00.16] The girls you breed the soaps that you write
[02:03.45] The graceless charm of your gutter snipes
[02:06.74] The moving scenes and suburbanites
[02:10.30] And smithereens got us scaling heights
[02:13.46] Modern times come talk me down
[02:16.71] The battle lines are drawn across this town
[02:20.27] English boys without your names
[02:23.43] Ghetto stones instead of chains
[02:26.69] Hearts and minds and US Planes
[02:29.91] Nothing's changed
[02:33.44] And English boys without your names
[02:36.93] Riot like the 1980's again
[02:40.01] The days of rage, yeah nothing's changed
[02:43.26] More pretty flames
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