Seven A.M.
Constantines
4:05Curse the corpses, call in the futurists This is the ballad of the young offenders Leave no manifestos, save graffiti in the train yard These legs were made to run When the dares pick a victim The railhead blues will play The drunken brutes on main street Will soon be laid away Suppression is a state We will not be diplomatic Suppression is a state Young hearts, be free tonight Time is on your side Can I get a witness?