City Of Blood - Mystery Jets

Friday night in the city of love

This music can light in the cloud

The band’s on fire but there’s something up

Then a crackle, a flash, and blood fills the floor

From the back of the room, hear a lover call

This is it, I love you

Right now’s not the time to cry

Now is the moment you decide

How fast can you run?

Guns

How many daughters and sons

Have

In wars that they’ve won

Friday night in the city of blood

Souls collide on the ceiling above

The flashing lights and Kalashnikovs

See the street through a crack in an open door

Through the beer and the black and the fear, you crawl

This is it, I love you

We fly now, out into the night

Down below us, all is quiet now

I guess that we’ve won

But come on, people

What’s the root of evil

When the price of freedom

Is at the cost of war?

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Guns

How many daughters and sons

Have

In wars that they’ve won

Guns

How many mothers must

Oh, sweet Lord deliver

What we have done?

So come on, people

What’s the root of evil

When the price of freedom

Is at the cost of war?

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