Текст песни Young Offenders - Constantines
Curse
the
corpses,
call
in
the
futurists.
This
is
the
ballad
of
the
young
offenders.
Leave
no
manifestos,
save
graffiti
in
the
train
yard.
These
legs
were
made
to
run.
When
the
dares
pick
a
victim,
The
railhead
blues
will
play.
The
drunken
brutes
on
main
street
Will
soon
be
laid
away.
Suppression
is
a
state.
We
will
not
be
diplomatic.
Suppression
is
a
state.
Young
hearts,
be
free
tonight.
Time
is
on
your
side.
Can
I
get
a
witness?
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