Buzzards And Crows Lyrics - Dirty Pretty Things

We could throw ourselves in a road 

But receive no comfort from street lights 

Why not come in for a jamens and escape life? 

We're idle in the mean time 

Aristocrats and architects with broken dreams 

Well, I say the dead sea is dying 

You say you're going underground for a while 

Well, we all need to be recognized for something 

Not sure if the devil's eyes are blue 

Work and days of underpaid still hold the key 

I see this place from my window 

It goes on the corner like the rest 

There are the buzzards and the crows 

Making eyes of a sea, self obsessed 

Now, if commandment 11 is, Don't get caught 

Then 12 must be, Don't ever tell 

Then ask yourself do you believe you'll go to hell? 

My mate went to the crossroads to see the devil 

He never showed and if he says that I believe 

I hear the place from my window 

Call me like a lighthouse to the sea 

There swarm the buzzards and the crows 

Swirling wide talking wise and there's me 

You and I hanging around 

Lads who've got childish names 

Scissors, we cut it out 

Shining before by the waves 

And I need to be recognized 

'Cause we could be self-assured 

We could be happy indoors 

I know this place from my window 

I trip out and fall to the ground down below 

Hoods up for the buzzards and the crows 

Who believe in the void of themselves 

Still believe in the void of themselves 

And all the trees and animals of mountains green