The Marshals Are Dead (исполнитель: Bloc Party)

Attention!
Unbelievers
Fashion victims
Opportunists
Blood sport
Cop killer
Don't [bad word] art
Don't [bad word] culture

Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue
An insult that dilates forever
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of tannoys and cordons in symmetry
That cancel forever

Forever

Spring breaks in ranks and in boulevards
country that grows us
But cannot contain us

curse on your houses
 [bad word] with your sons' blood
No case for extenuation
All the marshals are dead
Послушать/Cкачать эту песню
Mp3 320kbps на стороннем сайте

Видео к песне:
Открытка с текстом :
Удобно отправить или распечатать
Создать открытку
У нас недавно искали песни:
О чем песня
Bloc Party - The Marshals Are Dead?
2020 © Tekstovoi.Ru Тексты песен