False Flags
3d:In city shoesOf clueless bluesPays the viewsAnd no-mans newsBlades will fade from blood to sportThe heroin's cut these fuses shortSmokers rode a colonial pigDrink and frame this pain i thinkI'm melting silver poles my dearYou bleed your wings and then disappearThe moving scenes and pilot lightsSmithereens have got 'em scaling heightsModern times come talk me downAnd battle lines are drawn across this townParisian boys without your namesGhetto stones instead of chainsTalk 'em down cause it's up in flamesAnd nothing's changedParisian boys without your namesRiot like 1968 againThe days of rage yeah nothing's changedmore pretty flamesIn school i would just bite my tongueAnd now your words they strike me dumbThe flags are false and they contradictThey point and click which wounds to lickOn avenues this christian breezeTurns its heart to more needles pleaseOur eyes roll back and we beg for moreIt frays this skin and then underscoreThe case for war you spin and bleedThe cells you fill screensavers feedThe girls you breed the soaps that you writeThe graceless charm of your gutter snipesThe moving scenes and suburbanitesAnd smithereens got 'em scaling heightsModern times come talk me downThe battle lines are drawn across this townEnglish boys without your namesGhetto stones instead of chainsHearts and minds and u.s. PlanesNothing's changedAnd english boys without your namesRiot like the 1980's againThe days of rage yeah nothing's changedMore pretty flames