Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-hurrah It's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-hurrah I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
I'm gonna take time Sure feels like I'm falling down again Sure feels like I'm falling down again Sure feels like I'm falling down again I see the rifles
my anxieties Tore out my insides And it took a while to find that I don't really mind Life on the outside So take up your aim and raise your rifles
my anxieties Tore out my insides And it took a while to find That I don't really mind Life on the outside So take up your aim and raise your rifles
I see the rifles coming over the hill And if you shout maybe they stop and won't kill But if you think like me You'll be as dead as he I see the lion
So far away from me to see When no relief is at the door terminally I've no intention to sing a sad song But everything I wanna say never felt so wrong
Today could be the day you might make a change Lock yourself indoors and plan a getaway Take a walk outside in the heavy weather The British Summer time
Walk out of the door and make my way up the street Cold wind in my eyes runs a tear down my cheek Not a soul to be heard so no point to complain At least
The walls around come down and they're crashing around me And there's a taste in my mouth that feels like the bitter end And if I get away from the pain
Windy walks and days in bed All our differences unsaid Hand in hand we both entwine Underneath a dreary grey skyline And all we think about is that someday
When he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane And leave you lying with a hunger for some novocaine Hit the switch on the lights in a heartbeat
Jimmy was a local boy but he?s seen much more than the change in the weather, Sitting in a uniform of the three-piece suit and ribbons from his past,
Walk up down rundown avenues and back through swollen city veins Now sobered up enough to understand that nothing stays the same Overpopulated crowds
If you're a new band breaking be aware cause she won't be far behind But if you've got no airplay she won't care and you better move aside She'll be down
One just one and then I'll go Though it's on the cards that an argument is imminent I know But its not like I'll get carried home It's just that I believe
She has a face to die for, But nothing going on inside, She'll never make your eyes sore, Until she starts to speak her mind. So I'll just try to keep
Winter calls when I'm alone and at the end of the day Like any fool who'd been the owner to a pretty face Now time it separates us to a different place
As i walk up a street i lift my head up and i face you you look good, you smell sweet, which makes it harder to embrace you and i was back in primary
