Sounds Like Balloons - Biffy Clyro
Ancient Rome, we built that f_cker stone by stone
Our fingers bled, our feet were worn
But we stood strong and carried on
Come on in, do you want to touch my bulbous head?
With features wrapped and stretched to death
A tiny nose is all that's left
This is not for your entertainment
The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on
The sand at the core of our bones, it blows on and on and on and on
The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on
The sand at the core of our bones continues on
The basement's gone, it seems they dug up all our land
The world was lowered man by man,
Let's move the sky and not join hands
Ancient Rome, we built that f_cker stone by stone
Our fingers bled, our feet were worn
But we stood strong and carried on
This is not for your entertainment
The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on
The sand at the core of our bones, it blows on and on and on and on
The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on
The sand at the core of our bones continues on
Life still sounds like balloons
You chew and you chew and chew
Your teeth crumble to the floor
It's where they lay, it's where they lay
Our past never really dies
I don't think we even try
There's no difference from
Where we wake or where we die
Balloons, balloons, balloons
The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on
The sand at the core of our bones, it blows on and on and on and on
The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on
The sand at the core of our bones continues on
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