March of the Idle

Written by:Carl Barat,Edward Harcourt

Half alive

You watch the fires through your lonely eyes

Without your warpaint on you won't survrive

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 idle

This is the march of idle

This is the march of idle

This is the march of idle

Are you alive?

Hold your breath and count to twenty-five

Remember cigarattes and moon lit drives

And think of me my love 'till sleep arrives

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 idle

This is the march of idle

This is the march of idle

It's now the march of 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 idle

This is the march of idle

This is the march of idle

It's now there'll be no revival

This is the march of idle

This is the march of idle

This is the march of idle

It's now a new ******* bible