No Rest
Sick of the double talk jawache
Tripping over their tongues
Rumours feed the paranoia
Of these brainwashed string alongs
Heard it on the TV
Straight from the horse's mouth
You only live once
Once you die your dead
Already died twice
Still I ain't lived yet
Hear 'em clap people still crying
Out for more false hope they'll never believe
Washing our blood from their hands
We're to blame for kids they won't feed
Thrown out to the lions
They need panic to make them feel safe
Lying they keep lying
More they promise change
More it stays the same
No rest
No rest for the wicked
No rest
Twenty five seven at the Devil's hotel
Living's short
Short for living hell
One eyed Boris played the king
Played the kingdom of the blind
Sat on his pedestal of lies
Spreading brainwashed British pride
Heard it on the TV
From the horse himself
Don't believe the news
Don't believe your eyes
Don't believe the truth
Two plus two ain't five
Heard 'em laugh watching us dying
On a waiting list to never be seen
Dancing on top of our graves
Don't jump yet
See you in six weeks
Welcome to the madhouse
They need crazy to make them seem sane
Lying they keep lying
More they promise change
More it stays the same
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
No rest
No rest for the wicked
No rest
Twenty five seven at the Devil's hotel
Living's short
Short for living hell
No rest
No rest
Tripping over their tongues
Rumours feed the paranoia
Of these brainwashed string alongs
Heard it on the TV
Straight from the horse's mouth
You only live once
Once you die your dead
Already died twice
Still I ain't lived yet
Hear 'em clap people still crying
Out for more false hope they'll never believe
Washing our blood from their hands
We're to blame for kids they won't feed
Thrown out to the lions
They need panic to make them feel safe
Lying they keep lying
More they promise change
More it stays the same
No rest
No rest for the wicked
No rest
Twenty five seven at the Devil's hotel
Living's short
Short for living hell
One eyed Boris played the king
Played the kingdom of the blind
Sat on his pedestal of lies
Spreading brainwashed British pride
Heard it on the TV
From the horse himself
Don't believe the news
Don't believe your eyes
Don't believe the truth
Two plus two ain't five
Heard 'em laugh watching us dying
On a waiting list to never be seen
Dancing on top of our graves
Don't jump yet
See you in six weeks
Welcome to the madhouse
They need crazy to make them seem sane
Lying they keep lying
More they promise change
More it stays the same
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
No rest
No rest for the wicked
No rest
Twenty five seven at the Devil's hotel
Living's short
Short for living hell
No rest
No rest
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Writer(s): Jordan Hall
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