Letras:
The Rakes Capture Release

22 grand job In the city it's alright 22 grand job In the city it's alright 22 grand job In the city that sounds nice, It's alright, it's alright In

You are not an open book I can't do nothing 'bout that But I'm worried, I'm overdrawn What am I doing up at the witching hour? Oh-o-oh-o Oh-o-oh-o Oh

We meet in Strasbourg The courage that your father plucked From inside a cattle truck Will help us fix the exit polls Our children must have rock'n'roll Surveillance cameras captured

I suggested at a truce, you spat out some excuse, You're violent, violent, They don't like you hanging round, you're bleeding on their ruby ground, You

Maybe lack of sleep, or last nights drinks Now my eyes twitching, if that prick coughs again In the back of my head I'll smash your fucking face in

Baby don't go To the haunted hotel Got a really bad feeling In my lungs and my bones Science can't save you And your parents are away On holiday in