Constantines - The Long Distance Four Lyrics
Let the Parisian crowd stand and shoutLet the audience in the riot drown the players outThat scene is long since vacantAll the great halls have been washed outThis is no broken promiseNo national lampoonMy generation is a ghost townRoll me over to the long distance fourThere's no order to these numbersFor those stuck between the warsIt's boredom beyond measureRoll me overCollect the body of Isadora DuncanForget your rock culture stuck in towLet my limbs hang crucifiedFrom Naja Schonberg's bowTo the long distance fourThere's no order to these numbersFor those stuck between the warsIt's boredom beyond measureRoll me over, roll me over, roll me over