Buzzards And Crows - Dirty Pretty Things

We could throw ourselves in a road

But receive no comfort from street lights

Why not come in for a jamens and escape life?

We’re idle in the mean time

Aristocrats and architects with broken dreams

Well, I say the dead sea is dying

You say you’re going underground for a while

Well, we all need to be recognized for something

Not sure if the devil’s eyes are blue

Work and days of underpaid still hold the key

I see this place from my window

It goes on the corner like the rest

There are the buzzards and the crows

Making eyes of a sea, self obsessed

Now, if commandment 11 is, Don’t get caught

Then 12 must be, Don’t ever tell

Then ask yourself do you believe you’ll go to hell?

My mate went to the crossroads to see the devil

He never showed and if he says that I believe

I hear the place from my window

Call me like a lighthouse to the sea

There swarm the buzzards and the crows

Swirling wide talking wise and there’s me

You and I hanging around

Lads who’ve got childish names

Scissors, we cut it out

Shining before by the waves

And I need to be recognized

'Cause we could be self-assured

We could be happy indoors

I know this place from my window

I trip out and fall to the ground down below

Hoods up for the buzzards and the crows

Who believe in the void of themselves

Still believe in the void of themselves

And all the trees and animals of mountains green