An Image of Modern Evil
I spy
You unlucky creatures
Crawling in the streets un-chaperoned
Made
Of muslin and meat
The day-leavers gleefully far from home
Have another whiskey baby
I bet they don't dance like this at home
Away
From such horrible things
All grinning gin deceit on the cobblestones
Sway
In swilling Bohemia
These monsters all speak with silver tongues
You say
Such innocent things
Say them only to me now promise won't you
Said you've got a fever lately
Hot as a secret
I've been painting pictures of you
I've been painting pictures all wrong
Hell is in the streets below us
Devil took a room right down the hall
Get a little sanctuary
And shut the window
Got a sinking feeling lately
Guns last forever
The whole western world has gone to feed
Miming hallelujah baby
I saw the devil beaming
Money made the millions beg for war
I can hear that band in my sleep
With the never-ending beat and the seven horns
In pairs
Spinning circles for weeks
All rosy red cheeks and Yankee brawn
I've been painting pictures of you
I've been painting pictures all wrong
Hell is in the streets below us
Devil took a room right down the hall
Get a little sanctuary
And shut the window
You unlucky creatures
Crawling in the streets un-chaperoned
Made
Of muslin and meat
The day-leavers gleefully far from home
Have another whiskey baby
I bet they don't dance like this at home
Away
From such horrible things
All grinning gin deceit on the cobblestones
Sway
In swilling Bohemia
These monsters all speak with silver tongues
You say
Such innocent things
Say them only to me now promise won't you
Said you've got a fever lately
Hot as a secret
I've been painting pictures of you
I've been painting pictures all wrong
Hell is in the streets below us
Devil took a room right down the hall
Get a little sanctuary
And shut the window
Got a sinking feeling lately
Guns last forever
The whole western world has gone to feed
Miming hallelujah baby
I saw the devil beaming
Money made the millions beg for war
I can hear that band in my sleep
With the never-ending beat and the seven horns
In pairs
Spinning circles for weeks
All rosy red cheeks and Yankee brawn
I've been painting pictures of you
I've been painting pictures all wrong
Hell is in the streets below us
Devil took a room right down the hall
Get a little sanctuary
And shut the window
Credits
Writer(s): Liam Davies, Luke Shields, Reece Choucair, Ryan Shields
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