Gordon Moakes - The Marshals Are Dead lyrics

[Verse 1: Kele Okereke] Attention Unbelievers Fashion victims Opportunists Blood sport Cop k**er Don't trust art Don't trust culture [Chorus: Gordon Moakes] Cancel your thoughts out forever Milk it and strain it to residue An insult that dilates forever Pa**ing from history that's made from arrangements Of cordons and tannoys in symmetry That cancels forever [Verse 2: Kele Okereke] A curse on Your houses Rivers run With your sons' blood No case for Extenuation All the marshals Are dead, dead, dead, dead [Chorus: Gordon Moakes] Cancel your thoughts out forever Milk it and strain it to residue An insult that dilates forever Pa**ing from history that's made from arrangements Of cordons and tannoys in symmetry That cancels forever [Bridge: Gordon Moakes] Spring breaks In ranks and in boulevards A country that grows us But cannot contain us