Rusty Trombones Shadow Of A Bomb
waiting for the buzz but the buzz doesn’t come
trying to solve my problems but i’m running out of rum
this situation’s constantly on repeat
i can’t find piece of mind in the jungle of concrete
every calculated step’s another i can’t stand
one forward two back in this self-proclaimed promised land
no direction
and it still seems wrong
no protection
you’re living in the shadow of a bomb
it seems i’m always going the wrong way
i never know where i’m going at night
i just continue down the path lit up by the streetlights
devils on both sides here we go here we go
screaming out songs of justice, f..ck the radio
but my thoughts are as empty as the bottle i was sold
my refusal of the system is the crutch that i hold
drunk to f..cking hell as bottles hit the ground
there’s a riot on the street but is this how it should sound
so much pain in the world i’m being taken away
so let’s make this a long evening and f..cking call it a day
on the road to nowhere and it still seems wrong
you can’t find f..cking shelter in the shadow of a bomb
