Collision

collision, collision
prime time lifestyles
division,
division
play time, can't hide

hell shows to no-one slow
but I'm ready to
drown if it gets the best of me
yeah you heard I'm not here most times

I
read all the walls - it's nothing but lies
gonna cut that rut, set the city
alight
the ground will shake and bridges burn

one big bad shock you each will
have your turn

collision, collision
prime time lifestyles

division,
division
play time, can't hide

sex on the outside shows

while nothing
winds up the clockwork inside of me
yeah you heard i'm all yours, all
times

well you think they've got it wrong,
the fools fighting for their
place in the long line
the young idles sing their song

driven by the dream of
the high life (high life... high life)

then you fall out of control
and

you're rubbed against the rocks by the tide now
and you wish that nothing's
wrong
but little by little you're worn down (worn down... worn down...)

sex
on the outside shows
while nothing winds up the clockwork inside of
me

nothing winds up the clockwork inside of me