The Marshals Are Dead - текст песни
The Marshals Are Dead
Attention
Unbelievers
Fashion victims
Opportunists
Blood sport
Cop killer
Don't trust art
Don't trust culture
Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue
An insult that dilates forever
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of cordons and tannoys in symmetry
That cancel forever
Forever
A curse on your houses
Rivers run with your sons' blood
No case for extenuation
All the Marshalls are dead dead dead dead
Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue
An insult that dilates forever
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of cordons and tannoys in symmetry
That cancel forever
Forever
Spring breaks in ranks and in boulevards
A country that grows us
But cannot contain us
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