MASSIVE ATTACK - False Flags lyrics

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In city shoes of clueless blues<br>

Pays the views and no man's news<br>

Blades will fade from blood to sport<br>

The heroin's cut these fuses short<br>

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Smokers rode a colonial pig<br>

Drink and frame, this pain I think<br>

I'm melting silver poles my dear<br>

You bleed your wings and then disappear<br>

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The moving scenes and pilot lights<br>

Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights<br>

Modern times come talk me down<br>

And battle lines are drawn across this town<br>

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Parisian boys without your names<br>

Ghetto stones instead of chains<br>

Talk 'em down 'cause it's up in flames<br>

And nothing's changed<br>

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Parisian boys without your names<br>

Riot like 1968 again<br>

The days of rage, yeah, nothing's changed<br>

Well pretty flames<br>

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In school, I would just bite my tongue<br>

And now your words, they strike me down<br>

The flags are false and they contradict<br>

They point and click which wounds to lick<br>

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On avenues, this Christian breeze<br>

Turns its heart to more needles please<br>

Our eyes roll back and we beg for more<br>

It frays this skin and then underscore<br>

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The case for war you spin and bleed<br>

The cells you fill screen savers feed<br>

The girls you breed, the soaps that you write<br>

The graceless charm of your gutter snipes<br>

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The moving scenes and suburbanites<br>

And smithereens got 'em scaling heights<br>

Modern times come talk me down<br>

The battle lines are drawn across this town<br>

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English boys without your names<br>

Ghetto stones instead of chains<br>

Hearts and minds, and U.S. planes<br>

Nothing's changed<br>

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And English boys without your names<br>

Riot like the 1980's again<br>

The days of rage, yeah, nothing's changed<br>

More pretty flames<br>

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