Christiansen - A Considerable New Message lyrics

My Blacklist: If people don't dance they die Cathartic hand claps Dependent on words without sounds In the bitter end goodbye Fire paint at the canvas with pistols is our focus, our pride Give the soldiers the d** and the children hand grenades The Smart kid, the art kid, let's hope he learns to smile Alarming we're awake and boiling in horror Petrified pilots climb into their metal wombs Black revolver, valiums Rather fly than see the derailing trains coast by carrying parts for rocket ships The avant-garde astronomists sell the maps to star dusts and day dreams