Maximo Park - Banlieue lyrics

Motorcycles do figure eights, on the forecourt by the multiplex. Phone s** via application, the dull swagger of intimidation. The rush of confusion Replaced by comprehension Pixellated punishment Desire's the only crime The calmness of the pack Whose power is in decline These violent dreams are nothing new Don't think that she won't leave you Here come The animals Two by Two Makes my body feel wet through High-pitched MCs Digital thrill The drunks vibrate The beat seeps through Wound-down car windows On the corner of the Banlieue Here come The animals Two by Two Makes my body feel wet through We've been told that we can take it Everything we ever wanted