Biffy Clyro - Sounds Like Balloons lyrics

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Ancient RomeWe built that fucker stone by stoneOur fingers bled, our feet were wornBut we stayed strong and carried onCome on inDo you want to touch my bulbous head?With features wrapped and stretched to deathA tiny nose is all that's leftThis is notFor your entertainmentThe land at the end of our toesGoes on, and on, and on, and onThe sand at the core of our bonesIt blows on, and on, and on, and onThe land at the end of our toesGoes on, and on, and on, and onThe sand at the core of our bonesContinues onThe basement's goneIt seems they've dug up all our landThe world was lowered man by manLet's move the sky and not join handsAncient RomeWe built that fucker stone by stoneOur fingers bled, our feet were wornBut we stayed strong and carried on This is notFor your entertainmentThe land at the end of our toesGoes on, and on, and on, and onThe sand at the core of our bonesIt blows on, and on, and on, and onThe land at the end of our toesGoes on, and on, and on, and onThe sand at the core of our bonesContinues onLife still sounds like balloonsYou chew and you chew and chewYour teeth crumble to the floorIt's where they lay, it's where they layThe past never really diesI don't think we even tryThere's no difference fromWhere we wake or where we dieBalloonsBalloonsBalloonsBalloonsThe land at the end of our toesGoes on, and on, and on, and onThe sand at the core of our bonesIt blows on, and on, and on, and onThe land at the end of our toesGoes on, and on, and on, and onThe sand at the core of our bonesContinues on