Libertines, The. Plan A. Zeneszám

Theres one man left to thank

Built it with his hands

One man left to thank

He didnt need to carve it into something

Carve it into something new

Carve it into something



And theres plan A

Take a seat A

Watch them play

Keep a reciept

Sharpen up and carve them into something

Carve it into something

Carve em into something new



Tell me what it is that you see

With your stolen eyes

And your singing one two three

Open up my eyes



My twin he tends to be me

He walks aborad

He like the broads

While i soak and shake alone at home

....Smash stones

I dont need no bit of faith

Need no human race

Though i read every review

No ones got a fucking clue



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Like to .....

And if you come from no where

You'll end up straight back there

You may aswell

Carve carve carve it into something new

Carve it into something

Carve it into something new