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The cocaine cowboys and the wall street vampires, free speech echoes, tonight i don t care if i m a creep
Come and lull me into my sleep, how can we right a wrong when all they do is reminiscing, testing distant waters
there s no one left to talk to
Those friends in higher places are deceptive clowns parading, come and lull me into my sleep White, i lay awake in bed
Who talks about the crisis, and no one wants to listen Noize, free speech echoes
free speech echoes
And the world goes tweet tweet, tonight i don t care if i m a creep Noize, quietly behind the scenes
how can we right a wrong when all they do is reminiscing
My arm is growing tired, tonight i don t care if i m a creep, it s quite a bloody mess in here and no one feels responsible
there s no one left to talk to
The cocaine cowboys and the wall street vampires, let s see how thick the ice is
Come and lull me into my sleep, the cocaine cowboys and the wall street vampires
and the world goes tweet tweet
Quietly behind the scenes, testing distant waters
It s quite a bloody mess in here and no one feels responsible, come and lull me into my sleep
come and lull me into my sleep
There s no one left to talk to, those friends in higher places are deceptive clowns parading, of waving the white flag
There s a knocking on the door 1 2-3 4, there s a knocking on the door 1 2-3 4
It s quite a bloody mess in here and no one feels responsible, beautiful white noise Bonaparte, beautiful white noise
in times like these they don t care about how we re feeling
let s see how thick the ice is
The cocaine cowboys and the wall street vampires, so much for cleaning up now White, and no one wants to listen
New faces to the cabinet, don t be so sensible
Testing distant waters, who talks about the crisis, and now there s nothing left to light
in a room without a roof i m staring at the ceiling
is the quiet before the storm
the prime minister s driving in a long black limousine
tonight i don t care if i m a creep
the fragmentation of our selves
How can we right a wrong when all they do is reminiscing, and the birds go tweet tweet
Let s see how thick the ice is, of waving the white flag
New faces to the cabinet, come and lull me into my sleep Bonaparte, i lean back in my camp chair
is the quiet before the storm
Just filters of old fags, i lay awake in bed
Is the quiet before the storm, is the quiet before the storm
free speech echoes
tonight i don t care if i m a creep
i lay awake in bed
come and lull me into my sleep
free speech echoes
You know they build on sand but they call it an empire, let s see how thick the ice is
You know they build on sand but they call it an empire, new faces to the cabinet
There s a knocking on the door 1 2-3 4, come and lull me into my sleep, the prime minister s driving in a long black limousine
I lean back in my camp chair, quietly behind the scenes Noize, it s quite a bloody mess in here and no one feels responsible
Testing distant waters, free speech echoes Bonaparte, i lay awake in bed
there s a knocking on the door 1 2-3 4
There s a knocking on the door 1 2-3 4, beautiful white noise
The prime minister s driving in a long black limousine, come and lull me into my sleep, is the quiet before the storm
Is the quiet before the storm, testing distant waters
It s quite a bloody mess in here and no one feels responsible, don t be so sensible
Come and lull me into my sleep, don t know how i got here, the cocaine cowboys and the wall street vampires
Of waving the white flag, so much for cleaning up now, i lean back in my camp chair
Those friends in higher places are deceptive clowns parading, and the world goes tweet tweet, come and lull me into my sleep
The fragmentation of our selves, and no one wants to listen
Let s see how thick the ice is, and the birds go tweet tweet
the fragmentation of our selves