Radiators burst
The pipes are busted
Haven’t got the paper
Haven’t got the money
Living for nothing
The arrow from the bow
Living for nothing
Far from the target, though
I've carried, I’ve carried, I’ve carried you
Seven times before
As the voices twist and fall
Helpless in the holy war x2
The lamps are lit
The city is burning
I’ll torch the square
And fiddle till morning
People in your house
People in your places
Roaming round your bed
Looking in your faces
I’ve carried, I’ve carried, I’ve carried you
Seven times before
As the voices twist and fall
Helpless in the holy war x2
July to January
I said I could see
June to January
I have bowed beneath
May to January
Radiators burst
The pipes are busted
Haven’t got the paper
Haven’t got the money
Living for nothing
The arrow from the bow
Living for nothing
Far from the target, though