Young Offenders - Constantines

Curse the corpses, call in the futurists

This is the ballad of the young offenders

Leave no manifestos, save graffiti in the train yard

These legs were made to run

When the dares pick a victim

The railhead blues will play

The drunken brutes on main street

Will soon be laid away

Suppression is a state

We will not be diplomatic

Suppression is a state

Young hearts, be free tonight

Time is on your side

Can I get a witness?