Album: Constantines
Curse the corpses, call in the futurists
This is the ballad of the young offenders
Leave no manifestos, save graffiti in the train yard
These legs were made to run
When the dares pick a victim,
The railhead blues will play
The drunken brutes on main street
will soon be laid away
Suppression is a state
We will not be diplomatic
Suppression is a state
Young hearts, be free tonight
Time is on your side
Can I get a witness?