Chant 歌词

Voice moaning in a speaker Never really get too close Only a gimmick pointed fingers Never more serious sight Wouldn't waste the effort on entertainment Out of control - mob running wild All you ever get is all you steal Side of london that the tourists never see Angle ambience Chant (Mob, war, kill, hate?) (Love, war, fear, hate?) you decide! Don't know why I bother There's nothing in it for me The more I see the less I get The likes of you and me are An embarrassment Chant It's not important It's not worth a mention in the guardian Every librarian has its theory Chant chant angle ambience Chant Voice moaning in a speaker Chant