Come to New York, There Were Fewer Murders Last Year - Meet Me In St. Louis

Just like father

Just like your old man

A nasty piece of work

How dare you

Burn my house down

Right in front of me

At 2 am at 15,000 feet

Japan lights up like a circuit board

Smash and grab

Set plaster of Paris personalities

There’s thumbprints on my eyes

So shake your fist at me

Stay in your homes

Stay in your homes

Stay in your homes

Fingers crossed

Fingers crossed

Broken fingers crossed

Broken fingers crossed

My telephone is always switched off

My telephone is always switched off

It would be pinstripes and tracksuits only

The soldiers would tape off the city

No one could ever find me

I’d be part of the furniture

I’m wet behind the ears

But you all look guilty to me

And you all look guilty to me

And you all look guilty to me

And you all look guilty to me

And you all look guilty to me

Everyones a suspect

Just admit it

Everyones a suspect

Just admit it

Everyones a suspect

Just admit it

Everyones a suspect

Just admit it

Everyones a suspect

Stay in your homes

Stay in your homes

Stay in your homes

Stay in your homes

I’m in with my shoes and socks off here

Sat waiting for justice in

Orchestrated mayhem, here

With my broken fingers crossed

Still small flowers crack motorways

And buildings built to harbour

Character assassinations

Just like father

Just like father

Please seek assistance

Please seek assistance

Please seek assistance

Smash and grab