March Of The Idle – Carl Barât – letras

Half aliveYou watch the fires through your lonely eyesWithout your warpaint on you won’t surviveNo point in trying if it’s all a lieFire for the soulsOf the wicked and the dullThe feelings they are annulThat was your lifeHalf aliveYou watch the Tv as the taxes riseYou think they’re listening but try this for sizeThey weren’t too bothered when the last one diedWire up the soulsOf the wicked and the dullExtrapolate then cullThat was your lifeThis is March of the idleThis is March of the idleThis is March of the idleThis is March of the idleAre you alive?Hold your breath and count to twenty-fiveRemember cigarettes and moon lit drivesAnd think of me my love ’till sleep arivesRest for your soulYou’re my heart beyond controlMy breath my rock n rollYou are my lifeThis is March of the idleThis is March of the idleThis is March of the idleIt’s now the March of the idleWhen you find your friend is your rivalIt shouldn’t hurt at allIt seems so normal to forget survivalInside we are all animalsThis is March of the idleThis is March of the idleThis is March of the idleIt’s now there’ll be no revivalIt’s now a new fucking Bible