Bloc Party. - The Marshalls Are Dead lyrics

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Attention!

Unbelievers

Fashion victims

Opportunists

Blood sport

Cop killer

Don't trust art

Don't trust culture

Cancel your thoughts out forever

Milk it and strain it to residue

An insult that dilates forever

Passing from history that's made from arrangements

Of cordons and tannoys in symmetry

That cancel forever

Forever

Spring breaks in ranks and in boulevards

A country that grows us

But cannot contain us

A curse on your houses

Rivers run with your sons' blood

No case for extenuation

All the marshals are dead