noonday massacre for headlines
loose lipped sabbaticals
across borderlines
dead kids and wet paint
in the streets back home
when will this country
come into its own?
there are so many things
i want to say to you
about the policies you've put in place
and your lack of truths
your grey hair and your crooked smile
won't save you now
look at all the pairs of feet
trampling your crown
yeah i'd toast to that
hell i'd even carry your body
yeah i'd toast to that
i'd even help carry you away
by now, we hoped you'd quit
and we'd drive a spike through it
by now, we hoped you'd quit
and we'd drive a spike through it
yes, we hoped you'd quit
noonday massacre for headlines
loose lipped sabbaticals across border lines
dead kids and wet paint in the streets back home
when will this country come into its own?
one day we will come we will be knocking
at your front porch with a severed head
we won't be asking for your signatures
no, we'll reach out and we'll take them
when there's no life left in you
it's then that we can rest
yeah i'd toast to that
hell i'd even carry your body
yeah i'd toast to that
hell i'd even bury your body
yeah i'd toast to that
millions of people with their hands on your casket
dancing on your tombstone
yeah, i'd toast to that
Synths abound on the new single from Hearts and Rockets—icy cold, sharp, and minimal, and topped with a punk rock sneer. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2020