"The Marshals Are Dead" lyrics - BLOC PARTY

[Verse 1: Kele Okereke]
Attention! Unbelievers
Fashion victims, opportunists
Blood sport, cop killer
Don't trust art, don't trust culture

[Chorus: Gordon Moakes]
Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue
An insult that dilates forever
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of Tannoys and cordons in symmetry
That cancel forever

[Verse 2: Kele Okereke]
A curse on your houses
Rivers run with your sons' blood
No case for extenuation
All the marshals are dead, dead, dead, dead

[Chorus: Gordon Moakes]
Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue
An insult that dilates forever
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of Tannoys and cordons in symmetry
That cancel forever

[Bridge: Gordon Moakes]
Spring breaks
In ranks and in boulevards
A country that makes us
But cannot contain us

[Instrumental Outro]