False Flags

On city shoes of clueless blues

Pays the views and no-mans news

Blades will fade from blood to sport

The heroin's cut these fuses short

Smokers rode a colonial pig

Drink and frame this pain I think

I'm melting silver poles my dear

You bleed your wings and then disappear

The moving scenes and pilot lights

Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights

Modern times come talk  me down

And battle lines are drawn across this town

Parisian boys without your names

Ghetto stones instead if chains

Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames

And nothing's changed

Parisian boys without your names

Riot like 1968 again

The days of rage yeah nothing's changed

Well pretty flames

In school I would just bite my tongue

And now your words they strike me down

The flags are false and they contradict

They point and click which wounds to lick

On avenues this Christian breeze

Turns its heart to more needles please

Our eyes roll back and we beg for more

It frays this skin and then underscore

The case for war you spin and bleed

The sales you feel screen-savers feed

The girls you breed the soaps that you write

The graceless charm of your gutter snipes

The moving scenes and suburbanites

And smithereens got 'em scaling heights

Modern times come talk me down

The battle lines are drawn across this town

English boys without your names

Ghetto stones instead if chains

Hearts and minds and U.S. planes

Nothing's changed

And English boys without your names

Riot like 1980's again

The days of rage and nothing's changed

More pretty flames