LYRIC

Oh, when the smaller picture’s the same
as the bigger picture you know that you’re fucked
and when you’re trading paper cuts for splinters
you’re out of luck

Like sharks don’t sleep and i don’t take my eyes off you
the architecture’s shit and my cheeks are all ready and bruised

and it hits as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull
or a knee to your chest
sweet dreams, sweet cheeks
oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow

All these mercy killings have got my conscience spilling over
(taking advantage)
And the building’s ornate but it’s lacking in soul and character
(psychology montage)
We’re burning five story buildings, laying mantraps at the fire exits
We’re playing feedback over the tannoy systems
You look desperate! you look pathetic!

And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull
or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams, sweet cheeks
Oh tomorrow oh tomorrow

It hits as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull
or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams, sweet cheeks
Oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow

And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull
or a knee to your chest
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks,
oh tomorrow oh tomorrow oh tomorrow

and it hits as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull
or a knee to your chest
and it hits as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull
or a knee to your chest
and it hits as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull
or a knee to your chest
and sweet dreams, sweet cheeks
oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow

one blink for yes, two blinks for no
sweet dreams, sweet cheeks we leave alone
x8

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