8.Nobody Likes A Hero

It's just a common cold, brought on by a lack of trust
It's just a small stone hanging from an iron cross
It's just a black mark picked up by a fucking nurse
We walk away, walk away like it's not our fault

Can't see, mouth fills up with tar
Black tar, if only you could see
I can't see it, my mouth fills up
It's just that we're dazzled in the homes of the magistrates
Tongue, whip, gold
No choice, we're dazzled in the homes of the magistrates

Can't see it, my mouth fills up with tar
Black tar, if only you could see
We're dazzled in the homes of the magistrates
We're dazzled in the homes of the magistrates
We're dazzled by the magistrates