Attack, Attack, Attack

I always used to think these were the times you looked for
The late night opportunity, father and son
One to one, the house in silence
A few moments in time, a few spare words
Something true that cuts right through the years of arguments
The mistakes and the mis-heards, but the path was blocked again
'Always a private man' - my mother's refrain
A tree placed across the track, forcing the world back
Forcing the world back
Forcing the world back
A tree placed across the track, forcing the world back

O sure, we back-tracked successfully
We can always go backwards
Stories, jokes, anecdotes, the lost chords and the black notes
The good times, the lucky breaks, the good guys, the fakes
Blowing his horn, earning scraps, earning corn
The night rides to the suburbs
Easy stories - witty, funny, told and re-told
Worn smooth like coins in a pocket, old money
Old money
Forcing the world back
A tree placed across the track, forcing the world back
Forcing the world back
Forcing the world back
Forcing the world back
A tree placed across the track, forcing the world back

Forcing the world back
Forcing the world back

But after the high, how the low deepens like a storm
A cold front of scorn
You're killing off the world with all those brutal jokes
Ripping up the track, front to back
Attack, attack, attack
Ripping up the track, front to back
Attack, attack, attack
Ripping up the track, front to back
Attack, attack, attack

Forcing the world back

Ripping up the track, front to back
Attack, attack, attack

Forcing the world back

Attack, attack, attack
Attack, attack, attack
Attack, attack, attack
Attack, attack, attack
Attack, attack, attack
Attack, attack, attack
Attack, attack, attack



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Watt
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