The Marshals Are Dead Lyrics - Singles - Bloc Party

Attention, unbelievers 

Fashion victims, opportunists 

Blood sport, cop killer 

Don't trust art, don't trust culture 

Cancel your thoughts out forever 

Milk it and strain it to residue 

(Forever) 

An insult that dilates forever 

(Forever) 

Passing from history that's made from arrangements 

Of cordons and tannoys in symmetry 

(Forever) 

That cancel forever 

(Forever) 

A curse on your houses 

Rivers run with your sons' blood 

No case for extenuation 

All the marshals are dead, dead, dead, dead 

Cancel your thoughts out forever 

Milk it and strain it to residue 

(Forever) 

An insult that dilates forever 

(Forever) 

Passing from history that's made from arrangements 

Of cordons and tannoys in symmetry 

(Forever) 

That cancel forever 

(Oh, forever) 

Spring breaks in ranks and in boulevards 

A country that grows us 

But cannot contain us