As yet Untitled
We need more money
We need more time so we can get by
We need a single and God knows I've really tried
Cos London's calling and can you see the fear in my eyes?
So scared of failure and that's what keeps me up at night
Call it a blessing
Well I say a curse
So leave me out by the back of the hearse
Raise your fist and look at the dying sun.
Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone
Without you the show will not carry on
But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood
Ain't got no future and we ain't got a cent to our name
We got a message but really what's there left to gain?
We may not make it, yet we can say we gave it a try
With nothing ventured who knows where we's end up in time
Call it a blessing
Well I say a curse
So leave me out by the back of the hearse
Raise your fist and look at the dying sun.
Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone
Without you the show will not carry on
But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood
Raise your fist and look at the dying sun.
Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone
Without you the show will not carry on
But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood
We need more time so we can get by
We need a single and God knows I've really tried
Cos London's calling and can you see the fear in my eyes?
So scared of failure and that's what keeps me up at night
Call it a blessing
Well I say a curse
So leave me out by the back of the hearse
Raise your fist and look at the dying sun.
Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone
Without you the show will not carry on
But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood
Ain't got no future and we ain't got a cent to our name
We got a message but really what's there left to gain?
We may not make it, yet we can say we gave it a try
With nothing ventured who knows where we's end up in time
Call it a blessing
Well I say a curse
So leave me out by the back of the hearse
Raise your fist and look at the dying sun.
Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone
Without you the show will not carry on
But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood
Raise your fist and look at the dying sun.
Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone
Without you the show will not carry on
But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood
Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Campbell Bower
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