The Marshals Are Dead Lyrics

The Marshals Are Dead lyrics

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 tannoys and cordons 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