We are the rats and we run this town We are the black plague bearing down We have no fear We have no pity We hate you We hate this city. Every mistake
Grey Britain is burning down we'll be buried alive, before we drown the queen is dead, so is the crown the shallow grave, fit for the ground stick your
When you work for the father Of sinners never saved You carry the net, and he holds the spade. You will drag the lakes And he will rob the graves. You
(feat. Simon Neil) Black cross burns, Above our graves Blood hands rest, Above our graves Lie with baited breath, I will not wait for death, We all
When I died I walked into the light, but what I saw I didn't like. Well I went to heaven but I didn't go in. They don't condemn the sinners they condemn
Nail the bodies to the crucifix, slit the throats of all the priests. The last smile they will ever expect a gaping hole running right through their neck
Scratch one more to the body count, Another dead kid you don't care about. Forget what the papers read, Safe in your house while another kid bleeds. Everyone
Let it rain. Walk in slow with arms outstretched, We are the brothers, In my brothers I trust, I know that the devil watches over us, Walk in slow with
Gallows - Come Friendly Bombs Black knuckles and broken teeth Grey days and grey streets Same faces, the same release If this town had a name it would
I keep a fresh razor blade in the sole of my shoe It helps when I get stuck thinking of you. Hands and knees Head on the floor. Doubled up. So sore.
So here I lie In the belly of a shark So fucking cold and so fucking dark So here I lie In the belly of a shark And how the fuck did I get this far? Cut
(Instrumental)
Something wicked this way comes When i see it every night You ain't a rockstar yet (you're dead) You need some self-respect You always were a fucking
Pour some petrol Through your letter box Put all my memories In an envelope Then set it on fire Then send it straight to you When you get it The least
Watford town has gone and fucking let us down We don't know the cunts who fucked us at the show Our shit is gone and it ain't coming back Five good men
Kill the rhythm Smash the beat We're gonna party till we're dead on our feet We don't fuck about Say what we think Wont stop till everyone screams For
My name is Casanova I'm basically a man I have the head of a wolf The appetite of an entire land This song is going out to the girls You're all looking
Take these teeth All they do is fucking cause me grief They ain't working for me I can't even think When the lights go on I grip this chair I don't feel