Bloc Party - The Marshals Are Dead lyrics

Attention Unbelievers Fashion victims Opportunists Blood sport Cop k**er Don't trust art Don't trust culture 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 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 An insult that dilates forever Pa**ing from history that's made from arrangements Of cordons and tannoys in symmetry That cancels forever Spring breaks in ranks and in boulevards A country that grows us But cannot contain us