Meet Me in St. Louis - Come to New York There Were Fewer Murders this Year | Текст песни

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Just like father, just like your old man
A nasty piece of work how dare you
Burn my house down right in front of me
At 2 am at 15,000 feet, Japan lights up like a circuit board
Smash and grab
Set plaster of Paris personalities
There's thumbprints on my eyes so shake your fist at me
Stay in your homes
Fingers crossed broken fingers crossed
Your telephone is always switched off
It would be pinstripes and tracksuits only
The soldiers would tape off the city
No one would ever find me
I'd be part of the furniture
I'm wet behind the ears, but you all look guilty to me
Everyones a suspect, just admit it
Stay in your homes
I'm in, with my shoes and socks off here
Sat waiting for justice in orchestrated mayhem, here with my broken fingers crossed
Still small flowers crack motorways,and buildings built to harbour character assassinations, just like father, just like father
Please seek assistance
Smash and grab


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