Idea For A Story - Bloc Party

Lucian, I’m so tired of flesh and blood

My lord is growing so vile

Shamefulness descends upon our shoulders

Kicking the corpse 'til the fun wears off

Bleeding septums in SW1

Talking Nietzsche 'til the sun comes up

Rich boys, they just need a hand

Or a hand down from papa

Wouldn’t it be too divine

With a start, middle and an end?

Wouldn’t it be too divine

If we could see a way out?

Wouldn’t it be too divine

With a start, middle and an end?

Wouldn’t it be too divine

If we could see a way out?

There’s a blizzard in the after-hours bars

Raining my way down the Strand

Who are these fags in their red bow ties

Ruining it for the rest of us?

Self-content for the young

The younger said that history will always eat itself

Rich boys, they just need a hand

Or a good old-fashioned war

Wouldn’t it be too divine

With a start, middle and an end?

Wouldn’t it be too divine

If we could see a way out?

Wouldn’t it be too divine

With a start, middle and an end?

Wouldn’t it be too divine

If we could see a way out?