Lyrics, Poems and the Like

Last stand granade

This is no warning shot, your final call
our last stand
Last stand granade

Captains made with metal tags
Flags brought down of hollowed crowns
And all I see is marching bands
which never rest in broken stands

An empty morgue with gurning hearts and hollowed crowns
butcher birds with useless throats
We’re not safe
of dying kings with plastic knives

This is no warning shot, your final call
our last stand
Last stand granade

All Your Life

Put a new shirt on, wash my face in beer
Fall through the crowd, and disappear
Walk through the wildlife for miles, and miles
Hold my breath and count a hundred and ten
And back up the hill to start again

Watching spiders on the bedroom ceiling
They got big plans, so they’re not breathing
Feel the frisson of tomorrow today
I could get up but it won’t go away
Do nothing to impress my friends
Just rub my eyes for hours on end

Oh england, my love, you lost me, made me look a fool

I need someone to tell me
Everything’ll be alright
I need someone who’ll hold me
When the day turns to night
I need someone who loves me
More than you do
Oh we say that’s not true
And you and me in line as double bill
Surrogate heroes on tv and films

I’ve never met anyone like you
I’ve never done the things you like to do
On the way to heaven in a comedy car
The new stars of melancholia
There’s nothing to get angry about
We’re too hung over to be bad shout? ? ?
Oh england, my love, you’ve tattooed your past all over me

And days will be like this
All your life
And days will be like this
All your life