Desperation on every street corner Let the blues through, they'll restore order They are not bad men They're in schools, they're your boyfriends
A man shot dead while the world slept The killer free, the police said “a spider lived under my bed And I was scared, I broke its legs”
These days have no up or down What the fuck keeps us hanging around? In the barracks, behind the keyboards We are the bird-song, we are the seabed
Back in the trees, saying words wrong The bailiffs climb and find us Holding water in our hands A nurse was thrown into their van “an avalanche fell from your roof You let it drown and bury you”
When you hold them to account They'll spit you out Just a bad taste in their mouth(x2)
They're strangers, they're in Hollywood (When you hold them to account, They'll spit you out, Just a bad taste) They're your neighbours you left back in your childhood ( in their mouth) Your fathers that won't make amends (When you hold them to account, They'll spit you out Just a bad taste) They're in schools, they're your boyfriends (in their mouth)
When you hold them to account They'll spit you out Just a bad taste in their mouth
When you hold them to account They'll spit you out Just a bad taste in their mouth
When you hold them to account They'll spit you out Just a bad taste in their mouth ... * (When you hold them to account They'll spit you out Just a bad taste in their mouth) ... ** (When you hold them to account They'll spit you out Just a bad taste in their mouth)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
