Rifle Song Noisettes

Guest of the road, no less ordinary (?)
Said watching ***
There's something wrong here
Attention in the air
I guess I must confess
I love no less
*** - stupid things that we do
All zombi-fied, like some kind of voodoo
What once grew wild here's gonna disappear
When fools succumb to fear, it ends in tears

And the rifles sang as we woke up
And I heard you snarl through your fangs
And the rifles bang as the sun rose up
Couldn't even hear the birds sing
And the rifles sang as we woke up
And I heard you snarl through your fangs
What's the matter, what's the - ***
Could you even fight like a man(?)

So you're running round in circles, all around
Just like a dog, all itchy
So just look smart, just to kill on TV
Freedom's dry here (Greed and strife, here?)
Pollute the atmosphere
The sound of - ***
Inside our ears
I'm feeling tired of your lust and glory
*** just wind
Up like toys on the mantelpiece
Far enough fear
I tried to see you there
Until there's no one else
They'll kill the rest