di Butter, Chassagne, Parry
ARCADE FIRE
The king’s taken back the throne
The useless seed was sown
When they say they’re cutting off the phone
Then tell ‘em you’re not home
No place to hide
You’ll find there’s a soldier on their side
You’re still a soldier in your mind
But nothing’s on the line
You say it’s money that we need
As if we’re the only mouths to feed
I know that no matter what you say
There are some debts we never pay