Hey! little mohammed, where's your riot gear?
Did you forget all your body armour?
I'll forgive you for spilling your secret through your
Hands. you know that i'd do anything to change our
Places, share your feelings.
And hey, major neave, what's that weight on your shoulder?
Could it be the cumulative weight of history?
Herculean, i will share your burden,
Though i might forfeit my digital watches.
So heed this western plea,
This suburban disease, this teenage wail,
This middle class call. i want to get shot at by an
Israeli gun squad (and take a ride through the ruins
In 1945). hellas, you had it wrong.
To know our selves we need everything in excess.
So i go now to dip my toe into the waters of extremity.
How fast can i swim at the barrel of a gun,
At the point of a question?
So hey! here's to petersburg in 1917,
And here's to forging paths in barcelona.
Here's to knowing our thoughts are making a difference.
I'd rather be a spanish veteran than some hippy kid.
And so i question the non-participational definition
Of animation. here's to no holding back on the things that we wish for.
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Hey! little mohammed, where's your riot gear?
Did you forget all your body armour?
I'll forgive you for spilling your secret through your
Hands. you know that i'd do anything to change our
Places, share your feelings.
And hey, major neave, what's that weight on your shoulder?
Could it be the cumulative weight of history?
Herculean, i will share your burden,
Though i might forfeit my digital watches.
So heed this western plea,
This suburban disease, this teenage wail,
This middle class call. i want to get shot at by an
Israeli gun squad (and take a ride through the ruins
In 1945). hellas, you had it wrong.
To know our selves we need everything in excess.
So i go now to dip my toe into the waters of extremity.
How fast can i swim at the barrel of a gun,
At the point of a question?
So hey! here's to petersburg in 1917,
And here's to forging paths in barcelona.
Here's to knowing our thoughts are making a difference.
I'd rather be a spanish veteran than some hippy kid.
And so i question the non-participational definition
Of animation. here's to no holding back on the things that we wish for.
Did you forget all your body armour?
I'll forgive you for spilling your secret through your
Hands. you know that i'd do anything to change our
Places, share your feelings.
And hey, major neave, what's that weight on your shoulder?
Could it be the cumulative weight of history?
Herculean, i will share your burden,
Though i might forfeit my digital watches.
So heed this western plea,
This suburban disease, this teenage wail,
This middle class call. i want to get shot at by an
Israeli gun squad (and take a ride through the ruins
In 1945). hellas, you had it wrong.
To know our selves we need everything in excess.
So i go now to dip my toe into the waters of extremity.
How fast can i swim at the barrel of a gun,
At the point of a question?
So hey! here's to petersburg in 1917,
And here's to forging paths in barcelona.
Here's to knowing our thoughts are making a difference.
I'd rather be a spanish veteran than some hippy kid.
And so i question the non-participational definition
Of animation. here's to no holding back on the things that we wish for.
Writer: BENJAMIN RUSSELL ERRING DAWSON, CAMERON DAVID DEAN, JULIA RUZICKA, FRANCIS EDWARD TURNER
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Performed By: Million Dead
Language: English
Written by: BENJAMIN RUSSELL ERRING DAWSON, CAMERON DAVID DEAN, JULIA RUZICKA, FRANCIS EDWARD TURNER