Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Leaders of the Free World , by - elbow. Song from the album The Best Of, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 23.11.2017
Record label: Polydor Ltd. (UK)
Song language: English
Leaders of the Free World |
| I’m sick of working for a living |
| I’m just ticking off the days till I die |
| Oh, I miss you Louise, yeah |
| And the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth |
| Oh, periscope up |
| I’ve been looking for a ladder |
| I need to see the Commander In Chief, ooh |
| And remind him what was passed on to me, oh |
| Your mum don’t sleep, oh |
| And the friends you keep |
| I didn’t raise a thief |
| I didn’t raise a thief |
| But the leaders of the free world |
| Are just little boys throwing stones |
| And it’s easy to ignore |
| Till they’re knocking on the door of your homes, yeah |
| My thinking isn’t driven, oh |
| But the music always gives me a lift |
| I’m so easy to please, yeah |
| But I think we dropped the baton like the 60's didn’t happen, oh no |
| Oh, periscope up |
| Should be looking for a ladder |
| I need to see the Commander In Chief, ooh |
| And remind him what was passed on to you and me, oh |
| Your mum don’t sleep, oh |
| And the friends you keep |
| I didn’t raise a thief |
| I didn’t raise a thief |
| But the leaders of the free world |
| Are just little boys throwing stones |
| And it’s easy to ignore |
| Till they’re knocking on the door of your homes |
| But the leaders of the free world |
| Are just little boys throwing stones |
| And it’s easy to ignore |
| Till they’re knocking on the door of your homes |
| Passing the gun from father to feckless son |
| We’re climbing a landslide where only the good die young |
| Passing the gun from father to feckless son |
| We’re climbing a landslide where only the good die young |
| (Passing the gun from father to feckless son) |
| Oh, periscope up |
| I’ve been looking for a ladder |
| (We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young) |
| I need to see the Commander In Chief, ooh |
| And remind him what was passed on to me, oh |
| (Passing the gun from father to feckless son) |
| Oh, periscope up |
| I’ve been looking for a ladder |
| (We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young) |