Little Hospitals - Biffy Clyro

I’ll turn your baby into lemonade

Suckle lemons and trade, trade, trade

Play along in your silver dress

We’ll save souls and we’ll break bread

All cows shit and angels too

Look around it’s the bestest view

Did you think before you spoke aloud?

Your fucking tongue it will do you proud

You seek my cover

Where you go I’ll follow on

You never can get enough

We just need to survive

If we’re ever gonna dream again

I feel sad as we penetrate

Unbuckle buttons and slave, slave, slave

We attack like civil unrest

No home equals no dread

All cows shit and angels too

Look around it’s the bestest view

Did you think before you spoke aloud?

Your fucking tongue it will do you proud

You seek my cover

Where you go I’ll follow on

You never can get enough

We just need to survive

If we’re ever gonna dream again

Ever gonna dream again

We are individuals in our little rituals

Hospitals, memorials, smaller than disease

Rituals and burials are distant used memories

When you leave

When you leave I doubt I’ll remember you