1. |
Rooks
03:49
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Rollercoaster, stoking fire
While we broke into desire
Keep me at your knees while you talk
Only ghosts can host a liar
Smile and focus their empire
Keep me feeling pleased and I'll walk
They got the country's lungs
Held beneath a rubber gun
They got the TV turned right up high
They got their suits, boots and tails
Nails hammering, hope impales your mind
They come alive when we all go to sleep
And they let their guard down to smile like a father
We're the ones who started the war
What are they fighting for?
Unlimited fingerpower, blinking till the final hour
Keep me underneath your thumb
Been thinking, but thinking's sour
Thinking ain't gonna shake the tower
Keep me with a bottle of rum
They got the state indoors
Pipes beneath the wooden floors
They got the music turned right up to ten
They got their rooks looking ill
Took time until they took the end
They come alive when we all go to sleep
And they let their guard down to smile like a father
We're the ones who started the war
What are they fighting for?
(Rooks)
They come alive when we all go to sleep
And let their guard down to smile like a father
We're the ones who started the war
What are they fighting for?
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2. |
Rooks (Extended)
04:33
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Rollercoaster, stoking fire
While we broke into desire
Keep me at your knees while you talk
Only ghosts can host a liar
Smile and focus their empire
Keep me feeling pleased and I'll walk
They got the country's lungs
Held beneath a rubber gun
They got the TV turned right up high
They got their suits, boots and tails
Nails hammering, hope impales your mind
They come alive when we all go to sleep
And they let their guard down to smile like a father
We're the ones who started the war
What are they fighting for?
Unlimited fingerpower, blinking till the final hour
Keep me underneath your thumb
Been thinking, but thinking's sour
Thinking ain't gonna shake the tower
Keep me with a bottle of rum
They got the state indoors
Pipes beneath the wooden floors
They got the music turned right up to ten
They got their rooks looking ill
Took time until they took the end
They come alive when we all go to sleep
And they let their guard down to smile like a father
We're the ones who started the war
What are they fighting for?
(Rooks)
They come alive when we all go to sleep
And let their guard down to smile like a father
They got the country's lungs held beneath a rubber gun
They got the tv turned right up high
They got their suits, boots and tails
Nails hammering hope impales your mind
They let their guard down to smile like a father
We're the ones who started the war, the war
What are they fighting for?
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