: Mate! I'm zonked absolutely spent I think I'm gonna give up my eyes for lent I'll use my sockets to stock stones instead And with an icy cold stare
encharm And I can't quite comprehend A beginning or an end No I can't quite stomach this Now You and me, we're gonna take To the skies for a common
: The lions are at the door We ain't taking orders from snakes no more The lions are at the door, Yeah We ain't taking orders from snakes no more Knock
: And I lie here staring up at the stratosphere and hoping we're gonna get out of here And it seems mad that we're born on the doorstep of squalor and
illusive bravery [We must unite!] And we must let the floodgates open. Here tonight I clock a thousand heads!Here to unite through, common, Dreads. (
: Instrumental
: I'm gonna paste you up, cover you in wallpaper Screw shelves into you and call you a wall That's all you are to me, trying to keep people inside Inside
: Hold your horses Steady now Cos we're floating precariously And therefore, furthermore premisely on tectonic plates And everything we stand on And
: Each nation used to provide its country with security with factories providing arms for their country Now multinational companies compete in the arms
: Now I was feeling like a total giant! But now it feels like Silvius Brabo has sliced my hand off and thrown it in the river! Now I was just doing
bravery We must unite And we must let the flood gates open Here tonight, I clock a thousand heads Here to unite, through common dreads
bravery [We must unite!] And we must let the floodgates open. Here tonight I clock a thousand heads!Here to unite through, common, Dreads. (Thanks
Tradução: Enter Shikari. Common Dreads.
Now I was feeling like a total giant! But now it feels like Silvius Brabo has sliced my hand off and thrown it in the river! Now I was just doing my
Each nation used to provide its country with security with factories providing arms for their country Now multinational companies compete in the arms
And I lie here staring up at the stratosphere and hoping we're gonna get out of here And it seems mad that we're born on the doorstep of squalor and
