The Paddington Frisk (Shikari Sound System version) - BBC Live Lounge session
So bitch Line up by the leafless tree Where everything dies and nothing grows Hanging like moulding fruit One last dance whilst you decompose I've got the paddington spectacles A black plague over all I admired A physical breakthrough A hearty choke Seems like the whole world conspired But there stood a man He was cut up, destroyed and cold Amongst the wreckage of his ribcage His heart still fighting as he said "I regard myself as a solidier, though a soldier of peace"... "I know the value of discipline and truth"... "I must ask you to believe me when i say..." No matter if it all backfires No matter if it all goes wrong We've got to get ourselves together Sat still for far too long Now this ain't over yet, as far as I can see We've only just begun