Publicist Uk Cowards
We came to the water
Our nature not to drink
Hard to pity the sailor
Afraid to sink
And it was fine
We came to the door
The door was locked
We lit our torches
Then we knocked
And it was fine
Fine
Fine
Fine
All the cowards in the house, sing out, sing out
Hold those ashes in your mouth, sing through them; sing out
Lay your shields on the ground and never go home
All the cowards in the house, forgive yourselves; sing out
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, cut them off
We were born to lick boots
And pretend it was steak
It's not hard in this world
To love what you hate
And it becomes fine
Fine
Fine
Fine
All the cowards in the house, sing out, sing out
Hold those ashes in your mouth, sing through them; sing out
Lay your shields on the ground and never go home
All the cowards in the house, forgive yourselves; sing out
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, cut them off
Every flag is a mask with teeth underneath
Keep your ashes close to your chest like family
All the cowards in the house, sing out, sing out
Hold those ashes in your mouth, sing through them; sing out
Lay your shields on the ground and never go home
All the cowards in the house, forgive yourselves; sing out
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, cut them off
