Class Aptitude Test Results Are In, And It's Martyr Or Matador For Everybody! lyrics
Song information
Artist: Bombs Over Providence
Album: Shake Your Body Politic
Lyrics
Keep time to the beat of walls coming down, three cheers for the supernational
Tell that to the kid who just joined cadets; breast-fed on state-sponsored radio
Look at that, us troublemakers got a problem again; I never knew where or when
This boundless world lost appeal to me, it's by the terms of the enemy
Chance alone has placed us here
Our parents' pride condemned us to cross our fingers while we sing these anthems
Every banner, every flag, I'll help you burn them up
I cross my heart and hope to tear my tongue out
I'm meek and I'm calling dibs on everything
Next stop, not victory, but much worse: parliament hill
This form has a function;
But a simple deduction to see the effects of pick up sticks and other games of statecraft
All glowing hearts, dare you consider the truth of pride worth less
Than what little we've done to own our actions
Such white science abroad, progress with wink and a nod
One road from the port to the mine to the capital
It's easy enough to want more when you have it all
I'll lead this parade of thieves
Still refusing to grieve the loss of millions for something we've always laughed at
Now who's the sucker left holding the flag?
What are we waiting for?
I'm done with picking teams
I've got some kerosene and matches are not hard to procure
Grab the loosest thread
Grab the loosest thread and run..
(Sing hard, think loud, I dare you)
These dreams are as far-fetched as the nearest nation state
Run up the flag, run hard, and plant it right through your heart
Grab the loosest thread and run
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