Paper Masks

Dreams on which our lives depend Stubbed out like a ciggy end How's a man supposed to sell On the borders where the axe just fell Fingers on a smoking gun Ghost ships in the evening sun Hope hangs from a chandelier Bouncing round from tier to tier On the roads where the howling of the sirens Ring heavy on the streets like it's judgement day Just to brighten up the violence With Paper masks on London's shooting bystood souls You can see right through the bullet holes Straight into our old mistakes (our own mistakes) Where karma wins the sweepstakes The ballet of the broadway Is done and dusted anyway Rivals dress in Savile Row Love is like an outlaw in the shadow A man killed another with his knee today Fake justice, and he dealt it his way He bought the hammer on down where George lay The whole world, dripping rain, is bent over backwards And won't keep you dry again With paper masks The whole world can't see the sun, but we must think straight As we won't find our, horizon, with paper masks Every morning waking rough Tell myself that that's enough Every single evening Sitting staring at the ceiling, sober (ohhh, oh) Till I just rollover The whole world, dripping rain, is bent over backwards Won't keep you dry again With paper masks The whole world can't see the sun, but we must think straight As we won't find our horizon with paper masks