"The Marshals Are Dead" lyrics

One, two, three, four

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 (Forever!)
An insult that dilates forever
Forever!
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of Tannoys and cordons in symmetry (Forever!)
That cancel forever
Forever!

A curse on your houses
Rivers run with your sons' blood
No case for extenuation
All the marshals are dead, dead, dead, dead

Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue (Forever!)
An insult that dilates forever
Forever!
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of Tannoys and cordons in symmetry (Forever!)
That cancel forever
Oh, forever!

Spring breaks
In ranks and in boulevards
A country that makes us
But cannot contain us