Carl Barât And The Jackals - March Of The Idle

Half alive
You watch the fires through your lonely eyes
Without your warpaint on you won’t survive
No point in trying if it’s all a lie
Fire for the souls
Of the wicked and the dull
The feelings they are annul
That was your life

Half alive
You watch the TV as the taxes rise
You think they're listening but try this for size
They weren’t too bothered when the last one died
Wire up the souls
Of the wicked and the dull
Extrapolate then cull
That was your life

This is the March of the Idle
This is the March of the Idle
This is the March of the Idle
This is the March of the Idle

Are you alive?
Hold your breath and count to twenty-five
Remember cigarettes and moon lit drives
And think of me my love ‘till sleep arives
Rest for your soul
You’re my heart beyond control
My breath my rock n roll
You are my life

This is the March of the Idle
This is the March of the Idle
This is the March of the Idle
It’s now the March of the Idle

When you find your friend is your rival
It shouldn’t hurt at all
It seems so normal to forget survival
Inside we are all animals

This is the March of the Idle
This is the March of the Idle
This is the March of the Idle

It’s now there’ll be no revival
It’s now a new fucking Bible