PLAINTIVE NATIVE

[Verse 1]

The smoke unsheathed the city

Our kids will ignore the setting sun

Another plaintive native

That bleeds the blood of everyone

The bell awoke the city

Our kids will turn from the rising sun

Another plaintive native

Sings into a smoking gun

[Verse 2]

War

It's just another war

Best get out our pens

And heave the holy oar

For the times we’re livin' in

Bring wisdom to the rich

And respite to the poor

With the bird of virtue and its skilful signalling

Time

Heaviеr than gold

Looks like the bomb is back

Heard mеmories from my dad

And he is not that old

The future's had the sack

The receipts have been sold

Looks like the bomb is back

So you best be feeling bold

[Chorus]

The sun is ever setting

Let them eat crusts

The pennies are for betting

Take the change I make as rust

Feel the kiss from my lungs

Hear the curse through the dust

Feel the kiss from my lungs

Hear the curse through the dust

[Interlude]

What do you care about?

What are you able to care about?

What are you allowed to care about?

What are you forced to care about?

Do you even care?

[Chorus]

The sun is ever setting

Let them eat crusts

The pennies are for betting

Take the change I make as rust

Feel the kiss from my lungs

Hear the curse through the dust

Feel the kiss from my lungs

Hear the curse through the dust

The sun is ever setting

Let them eat crusts

The pennies are for betting

Take the change I make as rust

Feel the kiss from my lungs (War, it’s just another war)

Hear the curse through the dust (Best get out our pens)

Feel the kiss from my lungs (And heave the holy oar)

Hear the curse through the dust (For the times we're livin' in)

Feel the kiss from my lungs (Bring wisdom to the rich)

Hear the curse through the dust (And respite to the poor)

Feel the kiss from my lungs (With the bird of virtue and its skilful signalling)

Hear the curse through the dust

Feel the kiss from my lungs (Time, heavier than gold)

Hear the curse through the dust (Looks like the bomb is back)

Feel the kiss from my lungs (Heard memories from my dad)

Hear the curse through the dust (And he is not that old)

Feel the kiss from my lungs (The future's had the sack)

Hear the curse through the dust (The receipts have been sold)

Feel the kiss from my lungs (Looks like the bomb is back)

Hear the curse through the dust (So you best be feeling bold)

[Outro]

The smoke unsheathed the city

Our kids will ignore the setting sun

Another plaintive native

That bleeds the blood of everyone

The bell awoke the city

Our kids will turn from the rising sun

Another plaintive native

Sings into a smoking gun