The Shape of Blues to Come

Five Minute Major


In a country mile away
From sovereignty grew up
The kids of yesterday
Who made the choice of diggin' up
Mistakes from the past
Can't make us finish last
We are french
But that's how we sing the blues

Waking up
The dead from above
Punk is not a language
Sing what you're proud of
Wake them up
My head's harder than stone
Punk is not a trend
Feel it in your bones

Don't lose sleep over me
Grab a glass of anything
Come sing this song
Don't be so mean
Together we could have some fun
So let's sing the blues

We do what our hearts are trained to do
Without approval, from you


Writer/s: Five Minute Major