Bloc Party
The Marshals Are Dead
[Intro]
One, two, three, four

[Verse 1: Kele Okereke]
Attention! Unbelievers
Fashion victims, opportunists
Blood sport, cop killer
Don't trust art, don't trust culture

[Chorus: Gordon Moakes, Kele Okereke]
Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue (Forever!)
An insult that dilates forever
Forever!
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of Tannoys and cordons in symmetry (Forever!)
That cancel forever
Forever!

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: Kele Okereke]
A curse on your houses
Rivers run with your sons' blood
No case for extenuation
All the marshals are dead, dead, dead, dead
[Chorus: Gordon Moakes, Kele Okereke]
Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue (Forever!)
An insult that dilates forever
Forever!
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of Tannoys and cordons in symmetry (Forever!)
That cancel forever
Oh, forever!

[Bridge: Gordon Moakes]
Spring breaks
In ranks and in boulevards
A country that makes us
But cannot contain us

[Instrumental Outro]