Letras:
Libertines

: The Lust of the Libertines Is really quite tame It rages quietly nigh here beside you And your lust for fame But fame is such a sinister game, I know

: An ending fitting for the start you twist and tore our love apart your light fingers through the dark shattered the lamp, into darkness it cast us

: If you get tired of hanging around Pick up a guitar and spin a web of sound Then you could be strung out all day With your lovers and clowns But now

: I have a little secret for ya I've been told if you want to make it in this game You got to have the luck You got to have the look To make what

: I register operational In the land of the gauching skiving sun Their bodies are in the room, lad Never an honest days work is done They call it the

: How can we Make you understand All you can be Is giving in your hand You won't even need Trust in me Take me by the hand Oh give us a chip Dreams

: Please don't get me wrong See I forgive you in a song Will call the Likely Lads But if it's left to you I know exactly what you'd do With all the

: I've been following Your minds instructions Oh how just to slowly, sharply screw myself to death Ah yes, there is a screw It's pointed at my head

: You're walking like you never seen the light You're walking like it every night But I've never seen you dance, and I've never heard you sing So how