Paper Masks

Dreams on which our lives depend
Stubbed out like a ciggy end
How's a man supposed to sell
On the borders where the axe just fell

Fingers on a smoking gun
Ghost ships in the evening sun
Hope hangs from a chandelier
Bouncing round from tier to tier

On the roads where the howling of the sirens
Ring heavy on the streets like it's judgement day
Just to brighten up the violence

With Paper masks on

London's shooting bystood souls
You can see right through the bullet holes
Straight into our old mistakes (our own mistakes)
Where karma wins the sweepstakes

The ballet of the broadway
Is done and dusted anyway
Rivals dress in Savile Row
Love is like an outlaw in the shadow

A man killed another with his knee today
Fake justice, and he dealt it his way
He bought the hammer on down where George lay

The whole world, dripping rain, is bent over backwards
And won't keep you dry again
With paper masks
The whole world can't see the sun, but we must think straight
As we won't find our, horizon, with paper masks

Every morning waking rough
Tell myself that that's enough
Every single evening
Sitting staring at the ceiling, sober (ohhh, oh)
Till I just rollover

The whole world, dripping rain, is bent over backwards
Won't keep you dry again
With paper masks
The whole world can't see the sun, but we must think straight
As we won't find our horizon with paper masks