Avalanche
Desperation on every street corner
Let the blues through, they'll restore order
They are not bad men
They're in schools, they're your boyfriends
A man shot dead while the world slept
The killer free, the police said
"A spider lived under my bed
And I was scared, I broke its legs"
These days have no up or down
What the fuck keeps us hanging around?
In the barracks, behind the keyboards
We are the bird-song, we are the seabed
Back in the trees, saying words wrong
The bailiffs climb and find us
Holding water in our hands
A nurse was thrown into their van
"An avalanche fell from your roof
You let it drown and bury you"
When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth
When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth
They're strangers, they're in Hollywood
They're your neighbours you left
Back in your childhood
Your fathers that won't make amends
They're in schools, they're your boyfriends
When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth.
When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth
When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth
When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth
Let the blues through, they'll restore order
They are not bad men
They're in schools, they're your boyfriends
A man shot dead while the world slept
The killer free, the police said
"A spider lived under my bed
And I was scared, I broke its legs"
These days have no up or down
What the fuck keeps us hanging around?
In the barracks, behind the keyboards
We are the bird-song, we are the seabed
Back in the trees, saying words wrong
The bailiffs climb and find us
Holding water in our hands
A nurse was thrown into their van
"An avalanche fell from your roof
You let it drown and bury you"
When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth
When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth
They're strangers, they're in Hollywood
They're your neighbours you left
Back in your childhood
Your fathers that won't make amends
They're in schools, they're your boyfriends
When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth.
When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth
When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth
When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth
Credits
Writer(s): Naomi Ruth Le Dune, Jack Martin Gilbert, Catrin Julia Vincent, Max Richard Doohan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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