Lyrics City Of Blood - Mystery Jets

City Of Blood

Friday night in the city of love
This music can light in the cloud
The band’s on fire but there’s something up
Then a crackle, a flash, and blood fills the floor
From the back of the room, hear a lover call
This is it, I love you
Right now’s not the time to cry
Now is the moment you decide
How fast can you run?
Guns
How many daughters and sons
Have
In wars that they’ve won
Friday night in the city of blood
Souls collide on the ceiling above
The flashing lights and Kalashnikovs
See the street through a crack in an open door
Through the beer and the black and the fear, you crawl
This is it, I love you
We fly now, out into the night
Down below us, all is quiet now
I guess that we’ve won
But come on, people
What’s the root of evil
When the price of freedom
Is at the cost of war?
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Guns
How many daughters and sons
Have
In wars that they’ve won
Guns
How many mothers must
Oh, sweet Lord deliver
What we have done?
So come on, people
What’s the root of evil
When the price of freedom
Is at the cost of war?
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh