Blood Brothers Crimes Lyrics

Crimes Lyrics

There's a fire 

on Junk Island where 

they send their garbage 

is anybody listening? 



After work we'll watch 

the seagulls diving in 

and out of the lashing towers of flame. 



It twinkles like a pile 

of rotting jewels left 

to bake in the sun. 

Is anybody listening? 



We're just like those condom wrappers: used up torn up 

thrown away. 

And we're just like yesterday's headlines: 

drifting, floating, towards the blaze. 



If we rob the 

liquor store we could 

be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn. 

If we rob the 

mayor's mansion 

we could pawn his pawn his modern art and make a fortune. 

If we rob the lonely widow 

we could steal her credit cards 

and buy a cottage by the ocean. 

If we swim to Junk Island we'll burn up like the seagulls 

and the whiskey bottles. 



We're scrapped valentines. 

We're tangerine rinds. 

We're crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes. (x4) 



And the children 

in the subway 

eating apple cores. 

Is anybody listening? 

They're breathing paint out of plastic bags. 

Their mumbled mouths say: 

"Is anybody listening?"