Lyrics

To put my hands up and rally for love When London's so violent, it's capital love In this film you're playing the part Like Chaplin in silence It's death do us part Dead from the neck up Who cares Why would I waste my time on his glory Car slides Who cares My glorious end for all to share Drop bombs and make haste if you can We're all the sick public figures with our heads in the sand The Patron Saint, well of nothing he says I've got my own two fingers and I'm pretty much proud of it! To keep my hands up to cover my face Like boxers in street fights, it's our little race In this film you're playing the part Like Al Capone does and the way that he scars, stars, scars, stars Dead from the neck up Who cares Why would I waste my time on his glory Car slides Who cares My glorious end for all to share We are the children and we're already dead Drop bombs and make haste if you can We're all the sick public figures with our heads in the sand The Patron Saint, well of nothing he says I've got my own two fingers and I'm pretty much proud of it