There's us, shatter-faced and dopey-eyed.
We wear this coal dust like it's feather-light.
There's you, you're right, there's no such thing as sterner stuff, but now,
Some nights, we were made of sterner stuff and --
Come swinging, get those dukes up.
Those jaws are always open.
No well-wishes, and no good luck.
This city eats its young at heart.
Come swinging, get those dukes up.
Those jaws are always open.
No well-wishes, and no good luck.
This city eats its young at heart.
You slant too strangely to describe.
We made our crusts on just such hopeless fights.
Mike looks like an arsehole, but his fists, they pay the rent, so
Sometimes, we are made of sterner stuff and --
All the shit we've done is just cooked into the concrete, and
All the shit we've done, it won't save us, it won't do a thing.
All the shit we've done is just baked into the concrete, and
All the shit we've done, it won't save us, it won't do a thing.
All the shit we've done, all the shit we've done,
It won't save us. It won't do a thing.
A friend of mine put me in touch with this dude a million years ago and he was the friendliest, most helpful guy in the world. And this EP is a jam. Leonardo's Robot
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