paroles de chanson Cannibal Kids - Bonus Track - Sound of Rum
Round
here
These
cannibal
kids
want
to
be
kings
But
there
ain't
no
royalty
left
Cause
round
here
The
sirens
and
screams
float
on
the
wind
And
even
the
street
shudders
Afraid
of
our
footsteps.
Round
here
These
cannibal
kids
want
to
be
kings
But
there
ain't
no
royalty
left
Cause
round
here
The
sirens
and
screams
float
on
the
wind
And
even
the
street
shudders
Yes,
even
the
street
shudders.
Round
here
These
cannibal
kids
want
to
be
kings
They
don't
know
that
kindness
is
courage
Or
that
sympathy
sings
Much
louder
than
violence
They
are
bitter
and
drained
Eyes
of
ice
stare
from
figures
of
flames
Puff-chested,
restless,
nameless,
They
carry
their
pain
To
the
point
of
being
painless.
These
numb
ones,
young
ones,
The
new
latch-keys
of
London
Just
soaking
up
that
humdrum
That
makes
them
want
to
run
From
the
state
they're
in
Powerless,
penniless,
Feathers
clipped,
they
find
eagles'
wings
In
the
derelict
brotherhood
of
gang-life
That
bang-bang
life
That
shouts
louder
than
a
sarcastic
teacher
Clapping
hands
twice
And
staring
down
a
frightened
nose
See,
they
learned
that
respect
comes
from
striking
a
pose
That
demands
it.
But
I
know
Respect
and
fear
are
not
compatible
But
they're
a
long
way
from
bat
and
ball
They
don't
play,
they
let
daggers
fall
From
blood-soaked
fingers
While
their
siblings
lie
bleeding
in
hallways
dead
But
like
wisdom
has
always
said
Blood
begets
blood
and
keeps
spilling
So
the
pavements
are
stained
And
our
hearts
are
grief-stricken.
Cause
round
here
These
cannibal
kids
want
to
be
kings
But
there
ain't
no
royalty
left
No,
cause
round
here
The
sirens
and
the
screams
float
on
the
wind
And
even
the
street
shudders
Yeah,
even
the
street
shudders.
While
that
paranoid
panic
Goes
seeping
through
the
granite
Of
the
breeze-blocks
Turning
our
cities
into
sheep-flocks
See
me,
I
pity
those
whose
knees
knock
The
victims
of
the
media
machine
Them
poor
souls
who've
forgotten
how
to
dream.
You
see,
that
cut-throat
mentality,
That
gets
encouraged
in
business
They
tell
you,
yeah,
to
be
a
success
You've
got
to
step
on
some
necks
So
big
money
is
made
through
that
ruthless
pursuit
And
while
they're
shot
in
water
They're
jailing
kids
for
shop
in
copper
suits.
Now,
we
were
born
Into
these
blood-soaked
cities
of
industry
Informed
of
the
savagery
The
infamy,
barbarity
of
history,
Controlled,
and
contrived,
and
depressed
And
attested,
and
stressed
out
and
vexed
It's
a
message
we've
been
fed
So
we
could
propagate
their
system
Of
division,
inhibition,
Viciousness
and
contradiction
We
were
suckled
on
the
milk
that
they
soured
Told
the
future
was
ours
And
then
disembowelled
and
disempowered
We've
been
disgraced,
deafened
and
deflowered
Our
brains
brutalized
and
our
defiance
devoured.
And
so
now
they're
shooting
guns
and
robbing
cats
And
trying
to
claw
a
little
back
But
when
the
whole
thing
shatters
It
always
starts
with
a
little
crack
And
then
splinters
Stretching
out
for
miles
Pointing
fingers
at
smart-dressed
men
With
crocodile
smiles.
But
still
we
get
the
blame
Told
that
life
is
all
exchange
Told
that
we
are
the
child
of
capo
That
we
are
the
children
of
apathy
That
we
are
the
children
of
this
rapidly
changing
reality
But
I
say
we
learnt
it
from
them
From
their
rules
and
their
ways
Cause
their
legitimate
businesses
deceive
and
disgrace
While
us,
we
do
what
we
can,
Because
we
live
in
this
place
Where
the
truth
can't
be
seen
in
the
face.
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