Sirens

The SIRENS are coming
you better clear the road.
The light in your eyes,
The wave that washed away your home.
And it keeps getting cold,
and we keep getting old.
Bankroll the coup
and a soccer stadium becomes
a house of execution.
And they keep getting gold,
like a chip in your phone.
Bodies bought and sold,
2 Chains is playing on the stereo.

Let your SIRENS blow
or you won't feel whole.
Face down on the ground,
ain't the way to go.

A stent right through your heart,
to open up what you shut off,
a symphony with plans for me.
And I don't lip sync.
I'm born into the drink.
Setting up the stage
for another man's show.
The fires burn for weeks and weeks,
right beneath my feet.
Open up your mouth,
and let your voice out.

Let your SIRENS blow,
or you won't feel whole.
Face down on the ground
ain't the way to go.



Credits
Writer(s): Lisbeth Scott, Harry D. Gregson Williams
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