Lyrics
economic downturn you can get a job, apologetic parents you can get a job, sometimes i'm feeling just like cupid, with a bow and arrow, and i'm firing it at people who remain too shallow, in the b-r-i-t-i say british isles, the streets are bleak, the kids are running wild, terror on the pavement, panic in the street, tension in the twisted silence of our sheets, sometimes i lie awake for hours feeling so synthetic, while my eyes are screaming out for something way more epic, it's the b-r-i-t-i say british isles, the streets are bleak, the kids are running wild, terribly bold they try so hard, never look up to see the stars, in the b-r-i-t-i say british isles, leeds screaming bristol torn, belfast and hull forlorn, oxford dreaming in denial, with all it's gleaming spires, stoke bleeding glasgow yawns, dundee and cardiff mourn, york breaking sheffield cries, all fears are multiplied, in the b-r-i-t-i say british isles, the streets are bleak, the kids are running wild, terribly bold they try so hard, never look up to see the stars, in the b-r-i-t-i say british isles
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Artist: little comets