And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead - Bright Young Things lyrics

Riding up their faces down Bright young things wade through town Starved souls come to life With pursed up lips and startrucked smiles See the creature on the prowl Pushing through the sea-foam crow Bedridden femme fatales Lining up to follow them around I have caught this city It won't me go Archives of wasted times In hazy states and drunken minds Hung beauty on the walls Who risk the world to bare it all Gloss writers stuck for say Ask why it has to be that way Star at their nascent lines And wonder why they lack for rhyme Our sick generation Is our festival Stop to watch the sun sink down Beneath a line of manmade clouds Rode through the flood zone mire With broken lights and one good tire Raced up the temple hill Took a blessing for a cheap thrill Disposed it for a laugh Post it to a facebook photograph And I love this city It's a spectacle A laugh a minute Raised to avoid the lie Never learning how or why Taught to defend that right But never knowing what to fight The scholling we'd froget Chained is to a world of debt Waste paint on what we feel Without the art to make it real But we love this city We won't let it go And we are this city I watched the sun sink down Beneath the line of manmade clouds I watched the undead rise And walk the streets in search of life I've seen you back away Talking to yourself for days I've seen you sifting through A trumpet up list of what life did to you And I thought you'd make it But you let go Let yourself go crazy Archives of wasted times In hazy states and drunken minds The scholling we'd froget Chained is to a world of debt Gloss writers stuck for say Ask why it has to be that way Waste words on what they feel Without the pain to make it real And I thought you'd make it But you let go Let yourself go crazy Your festival Sick generation A spectacle How I love this city It won't let me go