The Dears - Missiles lyrics

Cold blood flowing through the veins of me and all of my friends. Still, love can be pumped out of our hearts. This start might be the end. There's no drama here: psycho-an*lyse for I'm a Negro. Just trying to get by on very little. Missiles get guided through to our world. Tell me, tell me that I'm wrong, Lord. This stuff just tears me up. You are cool as a cucumber when you shout out: "n******g, don't interrupt!". There's no drama here: psycho-an*lyse for I'm a Negro. Just trying to get by on very little. Missiles get guided through to our world.