Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Indianapolis Talking Blues , by - Modern Life Is War. Release date: 13.09.2018
Song language: English
Indianapolis Talking Blues |
| What makes a man kill? |
| She questioned as strange shrouds hung over |
| Southeastern and Prospect in a white slum on a broken night she was the glue |
| illuminated by the moon reciting spray paint hieroglyphics scrawled on walls |
| What makes a man kill? |
| She questioned drunkards chattered my reply |
| The gunshots are getting closer work starts tomorrow at eight a.m. |
| Bricks in my pillow at seven thirty |
| This have been a sad day for country music |
| You cannot untie this knot |
| Countless broken backs for countless useless products |
| A dignified man and a job well done |
| Reasonable doubt will not be enough to avoid crucifixion in our nation of |
| perverts |
| Attention fetishist shoppers |
| Thriving survivals is your god |
| Leave lives in ruin if you must |
| We bleed tabloid |
| We are safe we are fit and we are having fun |
| The stench of burning flesh will never reach this neighborhood |
| You cannot untie this knot |
| What makes a man kill? |
| Is it noble when it is his order? |
| Is it pitiful when it is his well? |
| Countless broken backs for countless useless products |
| A lifetime of suspicion |
| A timed escape from a trained fleet of rats |
| A polished boot grinding into your neck |
| Baring teeth for biting ankles |
| Is what makes a man kill |