Bloc Party - The Marshals Are Dead lyrics
[Bloc Party - The Marshals Are Dead lyrics]
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 Tannoys and cordons in symmetry
That cancel forever
A curse on your houses
Rivers run with your sons' blood
No case for extenuation
All the marshals 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 Tannoys and cordons in symmetry
That cancel forever
Spring breaks in ranks and in boulevards
A country that makes us
But cannot contain us
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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 Tannoys and cordons in symmetry
That cancel forever
A curse on your houses
Rivers run with your sons' blood
No case for extenuation
All the marshals 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 Tannoys and cordons in symmetry
That cancel forever
Spring breaks in ranks and in boulevards
A country that makes us
But cannot contain us
1