Answer, The Lyrics - Bloc Party [ep] - Bloc Party

Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone 

It takes blood and guts and it takes devotion 

So tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath 

It's your turn to take the map and it's your turn to drop the soap 

Pretty, pretty boys sucking on a cola 

Money to burn, money to burn, money to burn 

We got rules to protect us, Isaac and Ishmael 

The magazine says it's okay, life as a billboard 

If you are the answer 

We are going straight hell 

Grown in a parental fugue 

Weight loss in self respect 

Bomb, bomb, bomb us back together 

A new way into a lost answer