Тексты песен The Servant

You’ve got to take your mind off him But not with aspirins You won’t You won’t let your family in Like smoke your body comes Through the gaps in the urban slums You try You try to speak ameri

Driving in the dark in your car I want to sleep All the headlights weep And run under the gloomy rain Driving at night makes me sleepy I try hard to be like I'm in an advert As we descend on the MI Bu

Desperate men are coming round to make you safer Theyll take you into the past Later on Ill come to turn you into paper It makes you wanna run so fast Get down Get down Oooooo Desperately theyll come

This is my body This is my blood This is my mobile These are my drugs Eating egg and bacon in my flat Ripping up paper making wraps This is my body This is my blood This is my mobile These are my drug

Here I am A young man Come and get me if you can Up in my room covered in flames Meet me at the cinema You can take me in your car I'll lie in the back and stare at the planes There