SIRS LYRICS

"King's English"

What a reaction to keeping our eyeballs clean
a sorry description of explorers that shake our movie screens
in silence it's scientists that keep our cousins locked in cages
hold on
walk on two legs, kick our doors in, grab your rifles, keep it quiet

We keep digging bones in the desert
we keep going back to hell
blow ourselves to hell
we keep going back

Better believe in burial ground ceremonies
My how time flies

Building weapons to blow ourselves to hell

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