Tank from Von Bartha... by Von Bartha

Feel like fighting for no reason at all, it's time to get dressed and get covered in destruction

They all come out a'crawling round, they all come out into the town

I don't know you, but your ears I will bend, I think I love you, at least until this elation ends

They all come out a'crawling round, they all come out into the town

Don't know where to look
Can't keep my eyes in my head anyway

They all come out into the town

Ohhhhh there's sick in my hair, and I want to go home but I don't know where I live
Ooooohh this puzzling state of mind, that dirties up these streets of mine, it'll all be gone by morning time.

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• indie rock
• post-rock
• post-shadows
• Bristol