Lyrics What Happens In The District… (Paper Agents) - War from a Harlots Mouth
The
new
economy
curs
They
are
barking
again
Their
chants
are
ringing
out
Above
the
city's
rooves
As
they
cross
my
way
Looking
for
a
vent
I
will
bring
them
down
With
my
bare
hands
This
is
the
oldest
brood
Clawing
its
way
through
Armed
with
brief-cases
Dressed
in
tuxedo
suits
Welcome
to
the
jungle
This
is
what
I've
become
Note
down
my
words:
I
don't
owe
shit
to
anyone!
This
is
the
oldest
brood
Clawing
its
way
through
Armed
with
brief-cases
Dressed
in
tuxedo
suits
1 They Come In Shoals
2 No High Five For C.oward
3 Briefing Security Werewolves On Red Alert
4 Crooks At Your Door
5 Justice From The Lips Of The Highest Bidder
6 Copyriot
7 The Certain Nothing
8 Appropriate Tools Required To Intercept And Obstruct Errorism
9 What Happens In The District… (Paper Agents)
10 …Stays In The District (I'm The Black Sheep Of Her Country)
11 Scully
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