Crimes
Crimes - The Blood Brothers
And there's a fire
On junk island where
They send their garbage
Is anybody listening
After work we'll watch
The seagulls diving in
And out of
The lashing towers of flame
It twinkles like a pile
Of rotting jewels left
To bake in the sun
Is anybody listening
And we're just like those condom wrappers
Used up torn up
Thrown away
And we're just like
Yesterday's headlines
Drifting floating
Towards the blaze
And if we rob the
Liquor store we could
Be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn
And if we rob the
Mayor's mansion
We pawn his modern art and make a fortune
And if we rob the
A lonely widow
We steal her credit cards
And buy a cottage by the ocean
And we can swim
To junk island
We'll burn up like the seagulls
And the whiskey bottles
Oh ohh oh oh
Oh ohh oh oh
Oh ohh oh oh
Oh ohh oh oh
Oh we're scrapped valentines
We're tangerine rinds
We're crimes crimes crimes crimes crimes
We're scrapped valentines
We're tangerine rinds
We're crimes crimes crimes crimes crimes
We're scrapped valentines
We're tangerine rinds
We're crimes crimes crimes crimes crimes
We're scrapped valentines
We're tangerine rinds
We're crimes crimes crimes crimes crimes
And the children
In the subway
Eating apple cores
Is anybody listening
They're breathing paint out of plastic bags
Their mumbled mouths say
Is anybody listening