paroles de chanson Rats In A Sack - Ghostpoet

Britain′s on a mission
Humans in a daze
Far right on the jukebox
High vision, bright as day
Sorry love, but you're all alone
Snuff hole turns cold
Seat warmth in these bitter days
Peach schnapps on the phone
Shopdustries taking liberties
Skinning teeth for the ′gram
Are they closed for brunch bowls?
Start bustin' with the lamb
Eyes navigate the coastline
Some folks welling up
Confused by these pretty things
Yes we just fucked it up
They were screaming
Let's get out
Out means out, means out, means out, means out, means out
They were screaming
Just get out
Out means out, means out, means out, means out, means out

Wind rush will chill me to the bone
Side case of love and hate
Wonder if my numbers ever cold
My mum wonders what′s my fate

Order red and blue will be my sword and shield
Or skin coloured currency
Same raiders don′t bring better news
Need more shit for Twitter feeds
Ah fat thumbs can't share locations quick
So I fumble aimless, where is home
Brave throbbing on the regular
But I won′t bang the car home
So what becomes the broke hearts?
With credit cards keep us kept
Can I swan dive of this cliff edge
Maybe jump first and later fret

Still I'm hearing
Let′s get out
Out means out, means out, means out, means out, means out, means out
They were screaming
Just get out
Out means out, means out, means out, means out, means out, means out

They were saying
Let's get out
Out means out, means out, means out, means out, means out, means out
They were screaming
Just get out
Out means out, means out, means out, means out, means out

Swan divers (swan divers, swan divers, swan divers, swan divers)