Texty: We The Kings. I Gave Birth To The Twentieth Century.

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Call the constable there is blood in the streets
call the constable white chapels stained with shame

like a child you fell right into my game a sprig of grapes and chardonnay
did you even know my name?
a gentleman with horse and carriage is 4 pounds for the taking
"I gave birth to the 20th century" they couldn't have done it without me
you fear my name but not my face is that where you went wrong

escape from your lungs, awake Mary
there's a taste of laud numb on your lips
this feeling is numb the way you've pulled me in
so go ahead (go ahead) and kiss me goodnight comatose and 2 pints for the ride
no one can hear you cry.

where did you go wrong you marched the streets of London never saying a word
it seems like heaven and hell are fighting there waiting for you
did someone follow you there?
is that where you went wrong
did someone follow you there?

he was so clean like the knife was an extension of his body

escape from your lungs, awake Mary
there's a taste of laud numb on your lips
this feeling is numb the way you've pulled me in
so go ahead (go ahead) and kiss me goodnight comatose and 2 pints for the ride
no one can hear you cry

so clever I never rushed I never said you meant this much
where did you go wrong?

call the constable there is blood in the streets
call the constable white chapels stained with shame