They always felt so complete An inspiration to all three all-American brothers Wholesome to the core
A row of gold and silver Material proof of success Taken from behind the glass But not a clue was left
Three long years of searching Crumbled, cracked and torn Three long years of searching Broken, burned and worn Three long years of searching Crumbled, cracked and torn Three long years of searching Can't just give up and mourn
Rolled up colour comic Masked by a pocket of denim Pointing to the forehead of The gas station attendant Across the country's asphalt On stolen tanks of fuel This old technique of thievery An indispensable tool
Three long years of searching Crumbled, cracked and torn Three long years of searching Broken, burned and worn Three long years of searching Crumbled, cracked and torn Three long years of searching Can't just give up and mourn
Forget, give up and mourn Move on, give up and mourn Drink up, give up and mourn Forget, give up and mourn
That buildup of rage that tremor of anger has built up a faith of unstoppable power
That bullet's going somewhere : Right in the head of an innocent man.
Lysistrata - Mourn Lyrics
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They always felt so complete An inspiration to all three all-American brothers Wholesome to the core
A row of gold and silver Material proof of success Taken from behind the glass But not a clue was left
Three long years of searching Crumbled, cracked and torn Three long years of searching Broken, burned and worn Three long years of searching Crumbled, cracked and torn Three long years of searching Can't just give up and mourn
Rolled up colour comic Masked by a pocket of denim Pointing to the forehead of The gas station attendant Across the country's asphalt On stolen tanks of fuel This old technique of thievery An indispensable tool
Three long years of searching Crumbled, cracked and torn Three long years of searching Broken, burned and worn Three long years of searching Crumbled, cracked and torn Three long years of searching Can't just give up and mourn
Forget, give up and mourn Move on, give up and mourn Drink up, give up and mourn Forget, give up and mourn
That buildup of rage that tremor of anger has built up a faith of unstoppable power
That bullet's going somewhere : Right in the head of an innocent man.
A row of gold and silver Material proof of success Taken from behind the glass But not a clue was left
Three long years of searching Crumbled, cracked and torn Three long years of searching Broken, burned and worn Three long years of searching Crumbled, cracked and torn Three long years of searching Can't just give up and mourn
Rolled up colour comic Masked by a pocket of denim Pointing to the forehead of The gas station attendant Across the country's asphalt On stolen tanks of fuel This old technique of thievery An indispensable tool
Three long years of searching Crumbled, cracked and torn Three long years of searching Broken, burned and worn Three long years of searching Crumbled, cracked and torn Three long years of searching Can't just give up and mourn
Forget, give up and mourn Move on, give up and mourn Drink up, give up and mourn Forget, give up and mourn
That buildup of rage that tremor of anger has built up a faith of unstoppable power
That bullet's going somewhere : Right in the head of an innocent man.
Writer: Théo Guéneau, Maxime Roy, Benjamin Amos Cooper
Copyright: Lyrics © SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.