False Flags (UNKLE Surrender Sounds session #2) Songtext
von Massive Attack

In city shoes of clueless blues
Paints the views in no-man′s news
Blades will fade from blood to sport
The heroin's cut these fuses short
Smokers rode a colonial pig
Drink and frame this pain I think

I′m melting silver poles, my dear
You bleed your wings and then disappear
The moving scenes and pilot lights
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights
Modern times come talk me down
And battle lines are drawn cross this town


Parisian boys without your names
Ghetto stones instead of chains
Talk them down 'cause it′s up in flames
And nothing′s changed
Parisian boys without your names
Riot like 1968 again
The days of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
More pretty flames

In school, I would just bite my tongue
And now your words they strike me down
The flags are false and they contradict
They point and click which wounds to lick
On avenues this Christian breeze
Turns it heart to more needles please
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more
It frays this skin and then underscore
The case for war, you spin and bleed

The sales you feel screensavers feed
The girls you breed, the soaps that you write
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes
The moving scenes and suburbanites
And smithereens got us scaling heights
Modern times come talk me down
The battle lines are drawn across this town


English boys without your names
Ghetto stones instead of chains
Hearts and minds and US Planes
Nothing′s changed
And English boys without your names
Riot like the 1980s again
The days of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
More pretty flames