The Marshalls Are Dead
Attention
Unbelievers
Fashion victims
Opportunists
Blood sport
Cop killer
Don't trust art
Don't trust culture
Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it (Forever) to residue
An insult that dilates forever (Forever)
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of cordons and tannoys (Forever) in symmetry
That cancel forever (Forever)
A curse on your houses
Rivers run with your sons' blood
No case for extenuation
All the marshals are dead, dead, dead, DEAD!
Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it (Forever) to residue
An insult that dilates forever (Forever)
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of cordons and tannoys (Forever) in symmetry
That cancel forever (Oh, Forever)
Spring breaks in ranks and in boulevards
A country that grows us
But cannot contain us
Writer/s: Bloc Party
