Out Of Hand

Shiny silver faces, coloured paper falling into their hand. Never to be seen again it must have been a one night stand. Up until the dawn I could have sworn that everything was alright. Thieving bastards stole my life and legged it off into the night

Fools gather round to watch me bleed But there are things you'll never see To protect and serve one nation under god A nation in which no-one's free Their flesh begins to rot What's left of what they've got A boring life is getting old Mischief won't