Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For the Commonwealth and the Queen, artist - Eleventh He Reaches London. Album song Hollow Be My Name, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 06.06.2013
Record label: Hobbledehoy
Song language: English
For the Commonwealth and the Queen |
Bile stains, on my pillow by my head and there’s vomit from my pen |
Laid |
Out |
On my bed |
Paralyzed dreaming of death |
Oh the summer how we cantered proud |
Of each other, proud of the summer |
Hair |
Drape down like capes |
Tangled in |
Knots, covered in sand |
Ohhh tangled we get, through tangents of |
Death |
Spiraling colours through black holes of culture |
I wait… |
For ribs |
To part, reach in and pull out beating organs |
And throw the mess to the |
Curious blank of the |
Two of us whom started, til two of us got square |
We sat |
And shook like homeless |
And reluctantly dissolved |
Into the social vacuum |
Lesser when we left deprived |
And lay vacantly |
The two of us got started |
Then the two of us got square |
And rid the woe between us |
By fucking hard and |
Drinking equally |
For ribs to part, reach in and pull out beating organs |
And |
Throw the mess to the curious blank of the |
Two of us whom started, til two of |
Us got square |
We sat and shook like homeless |
Then Stood and reluctantly |
Dissolved |
To the vestige of our state |
That observes like flightless |
Owls |
While the men drink and note their words to Commonwealth and the |
Queen |
We rely in our mother and our sister that are there to keep our |
Heads |
While the men fight like lions, for the Commonwealth and the Queen |
Know no men who are lions |
Boasting or showing symptoms of life |
Live for |
Themselves but not die for the Queen |
Men are not lions |
Blessed nor |
Confident and living for blood |
Proud of the summer and kissed by the |
Sword |
That killed off our common sense |
The owls and lions are proof |
And |
How I drank, vomited common sense |
Oh destoroyer, I’ve grown up too |
Fast |
And how I hung breaking my vertebrae |
Held in my fists were the letter |
To owls |
In Soho, In Soho, In Soho |
See how I hung? |
I drank myself to |
Choice |
For the Commonwealth and the Queen |
In Soho, In Soho, In Soho |
See |
How I hung |
I gave up on love |
For the Commonwealth and the Queen |
In Soho |
In Soho, In Soho |
See how I hung? |
I drank myself to choice |
For the |
Commonwealth and the Queen |
In Soho, In Soho, In Soho |
See how I hung? |
I’d |
Light up on stage |
For the Commonwealth and the Queen |
My mother lost her |
Way |
And my sister turned away |
The system got the best of us |
And that |
System tore the rhythm from our hearts |