To put my hands up and rally for love When London's so violent, it's capital love. In this film you're playing the part Like Chaplin in silence It's death do us part Dead from the neck up Who cares Why would I waste my time on his glory Car slides Who cares My Glorious end for all to share Drop bombs & make haste if you can, we're all the sick public figures with our heads in the sand. The Patron Saint, well of nothing he says, I've got my own two fingers and I'm pretty much proud of it! To keep my hands up to cover my face Like boxers in street fights, it's our little race. In this film you're playing the part Like Al Capone does and the way that he scars, stars, scars, stars. Dead from the neck up Who cares Why would I waste my time on his glory Car slides Who cares My Glorious end for all to share WE ARE THE CHILDREN AND WE'RE ALREADY DEAD Drop bombs & make haste if you can, we're all the sick public figures with our heads in the sand. The Patron Saint, well of nothing he says, I've got my own two fingers and I'm pretty much proud of it