Come to Newyork, There Were Fewer Murders Last Year
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Just like Father, just like your old man
Must have been some work, how dare you
Burn my house down right infront of me
At 2am Japan lights up like a circuit board
Smash and grab
Set plaster of paris personalities
There's Thumbprints on my eyes so shake your fists at me
Stay in your homes
Fingers crossed broken fingers crossed
Your telephone is always switched off
If my telephone was always switched us - off
It would be pinstripes and tracksuits only
The soldiers would tape off the city
Noone would ever find me
I'm wet behind the ears, but you look so guilty to me
Everyone's a suspect, so just admit it
Stay in your home
I'm in, with my shoes and socks off, here, sat waiting for justice
In orchestrated mayhem, here, with my broken fingers crossed
Still small flowers crack motorways and buildings built to harbour
Charector assasinations, just like father, just like father
Please seek assistance
Smash and grab.