The Answers

Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone
And it takes blood and guts and it takes devotion
And so tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath
And it's your turn to take the map
And it's your turn to drop the soap and

We got pretty, pretty boys sucking on a cola
Money to burn, money to burn (Money to burn)
We got rules to protect you
Isaac and Ishmael
The magazine says it's okay
A life as a billboard
And if you are the answer
We are going straight to hell

Grown in a parental fugue
(And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know)
Weight loss in self respect
(We'll fatigue, we'll fatigue, we'll fatigue, we'll sprint slow)
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb us back together
(And we fought, and we fought, and we fought, and we fought)
A new way into a lost answer (We fought for free)

You could talk a little less
And you could talk a little less
And you could talk a little less
And you could talk a little less

Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone
And it takes blood and guts and it takes devotion
And so tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath
And it's your turn to take the map
And it's your turn to drop the soap and

Grown in a parental fugue
(And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know)
Weight loss in self respect
(We'll fatigue, we'll fatigue, we'll fatigue, we'll sprint slow)
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb us back together
(And we fought, and we fought, and we fought, and we fought)
A new way into a lost answer (We fought for free)



Credits
Writer(s): Russell Lissack, Gordon Moakes, Kele Okereke, Matt Tong, Liz Neumayr
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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