Carl Barât And The Jackals - March Of The Idle | Текст песни

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MARCH OF THE IDLE
Half alive
You watch the fires through your lonely eyes
Without your war paint on you won't survive
No point in trying if it’s all a lie
Fire for the souls
Of the wicked and the dumb
The feelings they are annul
That was your life

Half alive
You watch the TV as the taxes rise
You think they're listening but try this for size
They weren't too bothered when the last one died
Wire on the souls of the wicked and the dumb
Extrapolate then cull
That was your life

This is the match of the idle (x4)

Are you alive?
Hold your breath and count to 25
Remember cigarettes and moon lit drives
And think of me my love ‘till sleep arrives
Rest for your soul, you're my heart beyond control
My breath, my rock 'n' roll
You are my life

This is the match of the idle (x3)
It's now the march of the idle

When you find your friend is your rival
It shouldn't hurt at all
It seems so normal to forget survival
Inside we are all animals

This is the match of the idle (x3)
It's now there’ll be no revival

This is the match of the idle (x3)
It's now a new fucking bible